Last week: "Mom, I'm bringing in a band from France. Can they park their vehicle at our house?"
This morning, phone rings: "Howdy, Maam, this is Uncle Don, you ready for a 48 foot rock and roll bus at your house?"
Bus arrives, as big as the house.
Knock on door, in steps tour manager. "...So, Can I have a look at zee bedrooms?"
Goodness, Bryant, can I get some warning here?
Welcome to my life.
And welcome to the amazing Caravan Palace The band, not the new name for my house.
Stay tuned for updates on what I'm sure will prove to be a most exciting weekend.