Recently, I was talking to my mom about the very likely possibility that we would be hosting our first big get party at our house. My mother asked if she could make one suggestion as a project before the gathering. I thought she would suggest new carpeting (which *does* need to happen eventually) or figuring out a solution for our current breakfast bar (also needs to happen), or even replacing our entertainment center (which I thought *for sure* she'd mention, because we have an extra one that she LOVES in our livingroom). But as is my mother's tendency, she surprised me.
"You have a towel ring in your downstairs bathroom," she began, "but I think you should add a towel rack. I mean, asking 40 people to use the same towel...it's just not nice."
Because these are the details that keep my mother awake at night. And make me laugh for a solid 2 minutes afterwards. Because I might have already considered it. Except, in my version, paper guest towels seemed to be a faster choice.
