How to kill a dinner party

All the planning. All the prep work. All the cleaning (okay, I would have done all the cleaning anyway). All for nothing. The most sure-fire way to kill a dinner party before it even starts . . . .

have the hostess come down with a cold the day before!!!!!

It's my own fault. I went shopping with my friend Barb on Thursday and was stupid enough to say "I'm probably jinxing myself, but Pea and I have both made it through the winter so far without any bad colds". When ever you start to utter a sentence that begins with the words "I'm probably jinxing myself . . . " DO NOT FINISH IT!!! Bite your tongue. Duct tape your mouth. Do whatever it takes!!!!!!

I actually do feel better today than I did yesterday, but not well enough to host a big party. Not to mention, touch food that other people will eat. People with small children who catch every germ anyway. And one person who is pregnant. That would not be good. So Pea called them all, and we'll start looking to reschedule. I now have plenty of time to knit - but it's a very disappointing way to earn some knitting time. And what will I do with all those meatballs I made (pre-cold, of course)? I'm one of the very few Italian people I know who hates meatballs. Maybe it's because I'm only half Italian?? (But my Italian grandmother told me she didn't really like them either, so I'm in good company) Will trade MEATBALLS for YARN!!!!