House Guests

We had house guests the other day. I thought it would have made a good episode of Curtis's Apartment Guide, except I was not a very good host, so I can offer little guidance. I didn't feed them (we ate out). In fact, I didn't even house them (they decided to drive through the night). So, technically, they weren't even house guests. They were just . . . guests. I feel like a Welcome Center. (I even made them sign my guest book)

As you can see, they did use my washing machine. So, while I'm no Martha Stewart, hopefully they enjoyed their stay.

The guests included my pal Andy Z. (on back right), and two of his friends.