I'm not exactly riding a broom around here, but there's a whole lot of comandeering going on. So, at any given moment, the entire place can be empty.. with just a few mice scurrying around.
Not to worry though. We are ahead of schedule as far as cleaning, organizing and setting up tables go. I just hope somebody doesn't decide to check on the organizing mommy to see IF indeed her dungeon really IS organized. Because I can tell ya right now, that my precious dungeon is a receptacle for all things non-party related. And by receptacle, I mean literally that round thing that you put out at the end of the driveway once a week.
I think I will put a sign on the door:
Do not enter
Enter at your own risk
If you cross this line, you will be eaten by a monster
and gain 50 pounds
and never ever be the same agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, maybe that's a tad melodramatic. Let's see, if I can come up with something else.
You are now entering the dungeon
--the home of all living and non-living items of intrinsic non-monetary value
(especially the carrots that are sprouting horns and the little jar of junk that I found at a garage sale that I'm too sentimental to go through right now, and hubby's baby outfit, even though it is discolored)
If you enter, you are required to take something home with you that will clutter up your life forever!!!!
I just can't do it, can I? I can't even make a stupid sign for the dungeon without getting all emotional and weird.
O.K. final try:
Do not enter
Because if you do, I may have to babble on endlessly apologizing for it's condition, and you really don't have the stomach for that, do you? And I am just too emotional and weird to not ever forget that you were in here when it looked like this.
Yup. that's it.
And I wonder why I don't host big events every day of my life?