Oh, well; you don't invite ten people for dinner and mope all day. So Terry and I set the tables, ironed and folded the napkins and stuffed the eggs full of fun surprises. The day was not without incident, though; I was making a banana cream pie and it somehow slipped off the plate. The mess was gruesome, but I always have two of everything ready for such a disaster and pie two was made. I realized I could let that windbag, Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish or that snarky Baroness Seitzinger be allowed to say that today would be anything but excellent. Now I have to find an outfit with some color; chiffon would be nice, but it IS an early evening event.