Ian's worst nightmare

I like people. I like to help people. I like to talk to people. I am however married to a man who is the opposite. And our son, is more like me. We (Everett, Bel and I) host little neighborhood breakfast parties every once in a while in the am, while dad is gone. But this time was different. It was a neighborhood potluck. Not expecting everyone to come, but wanting everyone to feel welcome, we invited our street. Now listen to the tone in Ian's voice as he refrains from exploding: "You invited three whole blocks and told them to bring their friends!!" (Ok, yes I should have talked talked/asked him first.) Anyway, on with the fun. Our most known neighbors came and a few new ones. Yeah!! These are the people around us. These are the people who see our kids playing. I want to know them and I want them to know us. It was a great time. Friendships were started (I have a knitting partner during football season!!) and one guy even may have found a job! On with the pictures: