Yesterday my house was used as a "staging area" for Bren's co-worker's wedding in the park. Yay? That means that the entire wedding party was at my house, all of the supplies, and all of the food that was using in the reception that immediately followed the wedding. How do you react when you go into your own bedroom (that you told people to stay out of because that's where you're keeping the dog) and walk in on people changing? Ugh.
Well, at least the 200 chairs in the garage are now gone.