The fridge must be cleaned!

Next week my darling husband will be promoted to the rank of Major in the United States Army. (These times are ripe for many many major jokes. And they will never get old!) To celebrate the auspicious promotion we will be having a big party here, in my little ole house, for approximately 60 people. Lest you think that extreme, get this: There will be 13 people. in-law people, staying in my house for the entire weekend. Plus, it's a VT football weekend. All of these factors add up to a very stressful but not particularly sober weekend. In the week preceding the first arrivals I have been making lists. And lists and lists. There are the bathrooms up for their annual scrubbing. Floors that will need a wash. And towels that will need to be purchased, so that everyone can have a shower if she so chooses. I am a very thoughtful host.
Meanwhile, I am a SAHW (stay-at-home-wife). I think it seems logical, fair even, that I would be able to accomplish all of these housewifey tasks in between the dog walking, the yoga practicing and the absolutely necessary daily nap. And it will all get done. And I will walk around, admiring the hardwood floors that haven't sparkled so brightly since we moved in 13 months ago. And I will fish for compliments. And we will have a great visit with the whole family.
I expect my darling husband home from work any minute now, and in anticipation of his return home I started to make dinner. I haven't been grocery shopping recently and so I had to be creative. I began by removing the large salad spinner full of basil. The basil was so funky that I was overcome by the urge to skip making dinner and THROW EVERYTHING OUT. Refrigerator now purged I am faced with a very disappointing fact. Before any in-laws set foot in my house that fridge must be cleaned. Or, maybe I'll go shopping, stock the fridge, and no one will be the wiser. Perhaps I should call this blog adventures in lazyland?