God and His sense of humor

I spoke to either my mother or my grandmother (my mother's mother) on Monday. I may have actually spoken to both of them. Our conversations were similar about having an outdoor party:

Me: Well, I just hope it doesn't rain...
Her: Just don't even think about it.

I'm not good at the whole blind faith thing. Maybe that's just not having been raised Catholic as my mother was, and her mother before her. Or maybe it's my personality. I always have to have an emergency backup plan. Then, I feel much better.

By Wednesday, the forecast for Saturday was rain all day. Rain ALL day. Thirty-some odd people coming over...

How was I going to solve this? I couldn't fit 30 people in my house.

On Thursday, I suddenly had this brainstorm that we could clear all the stored stuff out of our unused sunroom and put the two outdoor tables and about a dozen chairs in there. It was a daunting task. We've never used the sunroom as long as we've lived here, so the accumulated discarded toys, garage sale junk, and presents that haven't yet been re-gifted. I spent Thursday night clearing space in the kitchen, pantry, and cleaning the sunroom. All of Friday cleaning the sunroom. Alec also spent a good deal of time out there. We hemmed and hawed about the rainy forecasts all week that had yielded cloudy days and sun at times and ultimately decided at 9 PM that bringing the tables in this morning would be a lot of work. Whatever we were doing, we had to get it done before we went to bed.

We brought in 2 tables and about a dozen chairs, outfitted the tables with plastic cloths, blew up and hung balloons. I awoke at 6 AM and went to the kitchen in my jammies to make salads, and this is what our day looks like:

So now what?

I'm thinking I will set up the lone table in the garage outside with our cushioned chairs. We already had set this table up for the smokers in our clan...

We probably have about 9 chairs remaining outside.

Yeah, I hear you laughing...