Well as usual my brother in law’s done it again. Almost every year he visits us here in Toronto. He drives up from Chicago with one or all three of his kids – depending upon who’s going to hockey camp or whatever other reason the visit is about.
He just called us a few minutes ago to let us know that he’ll be arriving here sometime Friday evening. My husband just spoke to his brother a few days ago and there was no word of a visit this summer at all yet out of the blue here we go again with another unexpected visit and a house full of guests.
Yes he’s bringing all his kids. His daughter will probably arrive with a ton of Johnston and Murphy luggage like she did last year. I swear she brought enough stuff for a weeks visit to last two months! Her luggage literally filled the tiny spare bedroom we have upstairs.
It’s not that I don’t have fun when they visit it’s just that I end up with like 10 extra people milling about my house with no notice! I say 10 people because Chris’ parents, sisters and their husbands and kids usually show up all at once too.
Don’t you hate *almost* unexpected guests?
