I love a party and the best way to make the party last is to have a house guest. A "house guest" is usually someone who sleeps in a perfectly made bed and drinks coffee from a silver urn.Sadly, at our house, that's not how it works.
If you stay here -- and we want you to -- it's more of an extended sleep-over. You make your own coffee, scrounge around for an extra pillow, put up with the dog's bad breath. And, of course, you watch Jeopardy with us.
Our current house guest is adjusting to our merciless criticism of the awkward Jeopardy contestant geeks. She wisely ignores the bickering and pouting when the dad refuses to phrase his answer in the form of a question.
For a house guest, it's best to just sit silently and not take sides.
Tonight our current sleep-over girl, Lynn, got some Jeopardy answers in ahead of the more obnoxious contestants on the sofa. Rachel Beth and I kicked butt in the kiddy lit category. In the category of foreign country leaders? not so much.
Lynn has only been here a week, but before Lynn there was Aunt Rachel. I believe that sleep-over lasted about a year. Aunt Rachel became accustomed to -- even slightly dependent on -- her daily dose of Jeopardy.
Before Aunt Rachel, there was the delightful Richardson LaBruce, a law clerk who conversed eloquently under the back porch fans and occasionally watched Jeopardy.
The Perrys lived with us several months after Hurricane Katrina left an oak tree in the center of their kitchen. But, sadly, they were not Jeopardy fans. We even had trouble getting them to use our washing machine. Still, they stayed long enough to have the outside game room named in their honor. It will be forever known as The Perry Suite.
Anybody who drops over and spends the night makes our lives a little richer. So we leave the light on for them.
And they get to make their own coffee.
Kitty Perry has the game room named in her honor.
Richardson, and his lovely bride, Jean.
Aunt Rachel, our fashionista house guest!
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