Open House is coming! Dun dun dunnnnn!

Open House is this week! If this Thursday you wonder why there seems to be four extra hours in the day, the working part of the day, that's because whatever day Open House is scheduled on mysteriously--scientifically--metaphorically--becomes the Longest Day of the Year.

It's like the first day of school, butterflies included.

It's like looking at a high school year book of the future ("Oh! So that's what little Johnny will look like in 28 years!").

It's like doing standup while sitting down.

It's like being a psychologist ("That's little Johnny's mom? Wow, that explains so much...").

It's like being on a slide under the microscope of sometimes hostile scientists.

It's like being a radio celebrity on the red carpet ("Wow, I've heard about you. You look different than I'd imagined...").

It's being caught between the urge to "clean house" to make a pleasant impression and the desire to show the grim and sometimes odiferous realities of cramming 38 thirteen year olds into an ancient bungalow.

Pray for me!!