Our potluck was a great success. It felt very good indeed to be able to offer some scattered members of the Sisterhood a relaxing afternoon of food and talk -- it was well worth our sometimes over-the-top Martha Stewartian party prep, and our middle-aged-broad exhaustion afterward. What's interesting is that the afternoon was mostly talk -- we'd set up a card table, and had the U of M game on, but people just wanted to sit around the living room and tell their stories...which is much more interesting anyway. We all had such a good time that we're going to keep on getting together.
And our pets -- Katie and Cassie the golden retrievers, my Cody the Maltese, Mollie the cat and Charlie the pointer from next door who comes by Fellow Traveler's home for treats several times every day -- proved to be on their best behavior -- while the irrepressible Cassie did manage to crawl onto a couple of laps ("I don't know you, but I love you! I love you so much I want to lick your entire face! I love you so much I want to stick my tongue down your throat! I love you so much I want to give you this shoe!"), the others conducted themselves well. The Codeman, drinking in the attentions of a roomful of dog-loving females, bounced around in what I call the Butt Dance: "Who da man? I'm da man! Say 'Yay!'" Katie won hearts by putting her big, furry paw on visitors' feet and then looking up with her soulful brown eyes: "Please pet me." Mollie, whose presence in Fellow Traveler's home is like that of a small, silent tuxedoed sprite, made a brief appearance near the end of the gathering. Charlie, a sad old soul who is neglected at his own house and comes to Fellow Traveler's for dog biscuits and companionship, seemed to cheer up even more walking into our party.
We had fun, anyway.