The best part is walking through with my neighbor, who knows half the people in the room and stops to chat at least four times before we get to the buffet. The test is always dessert. If it's pie, is it homemade? Because if it's not, you better just get seconds on the turkey. If it is homemade, choosing is sweet agony. Never apple, because you can always get apple. Peach? Or maybe lemon with heaping meringue? Almond also looks delicious. But perhaps peanut butter chocolate would be best? No matter - you can always try again at the next dinner.
November finds us knee deep in mud, the kind you put on sheetrock. Nate has taken it upon himself to learn the craft of taping drywall, and I have to say it looks pretty darn good. Playing assistant to the job manager is enough of a challenge for this construction novice. Though I must say I'm pretty handy with a sheetrock T. Watch out Ty Pennington.
P.S. I just discovered all my Miss Communications columns are posted in their entirety online. Read your heart out.
