My sister is working towards being as impressive a host as our mother. Our mom is the type of hostess that keeps the guest bathroom fully stocked with extra toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss, shampoo/conditioner, etc., in case you might have forgotten a sundry or two. She always has a snack and cold drink waiting for you when you arrive. And she keeps a TV and DVD player in every room, and has a DVD collection to rival a Blockbuster store, should you want to relax with a movie.
My sister, as a hostess, is a marvel when it comes to offering options of things to do. Every day that I've been here, she's provided me with a multitude of possibilities of places to go to or eat at that will suit everyone's desires and needs. She really is quite the tour guide. I feel like I'm getting a very good overview of Fayetteville. And she saved me from eating deep fried fat back at the crazy southern buffet restaurant we went to last night. I thought they were weird french fries.
One of our first stops when we arrived here was the Airborne and Special Operations Museum, (which she made sure to plan on a day when Steve was still here, per her thoughtful master hostiness) and thankfully I was indulged in my desire to carry on a personal tradition I have of taking goofy pictures any time I'm in a museum.
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