The way I see it - we can comfortably fit 14 people in our apartment. The more the merrier. 'Tis the holiday season, after all. But after telling 3M the list of everyone I invited during a party on Saturday night, he continues to ask "where are we gonna fit everyone?" Each time it's a little more curt. In fact, it's now getting to the point that now I am beginning to worry.
I figure people will be outside [please Jack Frost be on my side] and then you'll have those who like to wanderer and [thank god for French doors so] we can even open up the bedroom and have people migrate in there.
We'll be ok. And if all else fails we start the music every 10 minutes and have a collective game of musical chairs.
I figure people will be outside [please Jack Frost be on my side] and then you'll have those who like to wanderer and [thank god for French doors so] we can even open up the bedroom and have people migrate in there.
We'll be ok. And if all else fails we start the music every 10 minutes and have a collective game of musical chairs.
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