NOTHING SAYS CLEAN . . .

. . . like company.

We are expecting some of Mrs. Ref's newfound mission-trip friends to visit us sometime tomorrow until sometime in the not-to-distant future. Part of the cleaning frenzy is because she (the visitor) is a germophobe and we would actually like to have her in the house on occasion. The other part of the cleaning frenzy is because, well . . . to put it bluntly . . . we are slobs.

The other part of our company will be my transplanted Hoosier friend and her husband. They will be arriving Thursday and departing early Saturday morning.

Some of you may know of my skill as a "Pancake Artiste." This all started years ago when The Kid requested Mickey Mouse. It evolved as she asked for increasingly difficult things. I have made horses, cats, dogs, grandparents, cowboys, hearts, a pipe organ, churches, miters, croziers, eagles, a kid on a scooter, a long jumper and the Brasilian flag, just to pull some former shapes off the top of my head.

I think I'll make pancakes for breakfast on Friday. Our new germophobe friend will be getting this in the morning. My techno-geek pal who kept me from tossing my new iMac out the window will be getting one of these. I'm still working on what the Musing Hoosier will get, but I'm pretty sure it will be appropriate.

And yes, the pancake art will be documented. Hey, if Padre Mickey can put up pictures of the Most Blessed Primate of RLOEAPCPEFCCAAAEGYRWIGSGNAGCSWEYGG, then I can surely put up pictures of pancake art.