Oh No...Not Again !!!!

I wonder how some people manage their guest so comfortably! 
 
I definetly lack hospitality skills and somethings happen with me every time I host.
 
  1. I run short of cutlery ( or they disappear just to enjoy my annoyed expressions)
  2. Glass full of cold drink always fall ( or the gravitational force become forceful)
  3. Any one of the family member insist the guest to stay and have lunch / dinner (c'mmon..they just had a heavy snacks and this was not planned)
  4. My daughter demand unusual things ot will start to feel sleepy
  5. And finally, the chutney spills on my dress
Ufff....
 
Hosting is an art, and I am not an artist :(
 
 
 
 
 


 

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