Mom got here today.
A fabulous white tent has been erected on my lawn.
There are four cake layers baking in my oven, two white, and two chocolate, for a surprise design that I am hoping will delight the Man-Cub.
I have approximately 240 yards of grass skirting laid out, ready to be attached to the porch railing.
There are over 100 flower leis draped across the wicker chairs on the porch.
In Hooterville, a pig is being butchered; tomorrow, it will be placed in a pit where it will slowly roast to golden, juicy perfection.
Our farewell luau is shaping up quite nicely, I would say.
Now, if the weather will cooperate, we should be good to go.