Company Is Coming

Perhaps it is a genetic remnant buried so deep in my DNA that it is insurmountable, but today has been a whirlwind of cleaning and food preparation.

Company is coming.

Not because I have to have everything perfect, mind you. The "company" in question are dear friends who honestly could care less if everything is not exactly so, but it is as though I cannot help myself.

Honestly, just sitting here to finally take a break and write a post is making me twitchy, because I still have one room of straightening and a little more cooking to do.  It's a sickness.

Anyone else have this compulsion when people are coming over? 



(Lovely photo via Spiterman.  Love to color and the detail.)