Thursday, July 14, 2005

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.


Blogger the Professor said...

We all saw that fretting didn't matter before lunch with Brittney or drinks with Jon. So, why fret over an old friend? I know, fretting and cleaning are two different things. But the point is about being yourself and knowing that we all love you as yourself. No need to put on airs for us.

7/14/2005 10:06:00 AM  
Blogger Twinkletoes said...

Personally, I find it comforting to go into someone's house and it's not all perfectly clean. I mean, come on, get comfy!

7/14/2005 11:40:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Well, obviously, I love to fret. But I'm not fretting about this, I'm just amused at my inability to get my act together and actually prepare for someone's arrival.

Comfy. That's what I'll tell him as he's dodging dirty dishes: "This is comfy."

Tee hee.

7/14/2005 12:59:00 PM  
Blogger Paul Chenoweth said...

Good grief... a clean house is for people who have nothing to do but clean house (or 'have' it cleaned). You have a life, therefore, a little comfy-ness is only natural. That's my story...

7/14/2005 02:41:00 PM  

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