The Man from GM Arrives Tonight!

The Man from GM is coming to visit. I've known this for approximately a month. Last night, I cleaned the dog and the tub and wiped off the sink. Nothing else. The dishes are laying all over the house like little porcelain landmines. The laundry is pouring out of the dryer and working its way upstairs on its own. There's fifty pounds of dog food right in front of the washer and the downstairs bathroom is really, at this point, just a closet with a weird fountain under some stuff. I don't know what my deal is, but I just could not bring myself to actually get ready for his arrival. Thank goodness he's known me half my life. He won't be surprised by any of it.