The Great Friend Hunt, Part Deux
We're supposed to have a potluck picnic in the park tomorrow with the various family-groups we're slowly attempting to mush into a Village. I am estimating a turnout of half the attendees who expressed excitement in being there, because that's usually the number that comes to any get-together I organize. I've given up on thinking it's due to some inherent seething cloistered hatred of me, and instead have attributed it as one of my ass-backward superpowers. Half-Attendance Girl! Able to accurately gauge party arrivals to within half a family unit in a single invite!
To that end, I will not overproduce food. Maybe if I only bring enough for the estimated half attendance, then Murphy's Law of Parties will kick in and everyone will decide to come. Regardless, I have 32 hot dog buns. There will be two dozen deviled eggs and some lemon-parsley potato salad, and probably a few gallons of water in a cooler.
Whatever happens, at least KidK gets to play in the park, so that's nice.