So That's How it Is
Well, my freakishly paranoid self was not wrong about cleaning endlessly for many days, thinking I would only come up short.
They made a delicious evening meal of BBQ pork chops, potato wedges,baked beans, and a wonderful field greens salad...
But never ignore the little tingle in your neck that tells you something's going on... because it's frequently correct. I heart my Good Aunt, but you must understand that she is a completely neat & organized person, while I... well, I might be the cleanest slob I know. I may have a bit of dirty dishes for a wee while, and I don't leave out food or containers... but dusting just isn't a priority to me. Being meticulously sparkling clean isn't a priority to me. Having a clean bathroom & coffee pot is. A clutter-free spice cabinet is important to me. So what is my point?
They cleaned my house. I'm not saying that they got out the white gloves... but... Sheesh. I feel like such a tremendous oinker! Not that it doesn't look very nice, and that I won't resort to my old habits, but... Argh. It's a good thing I like them. My mom drove me crazy nuts when she would rearrange everything. Ugh.
Hopefully I'll be able to find everything, after they leave.
The dog is here somewhere. No, just kidding. He's crashed out, sassy from eating pork fat bits & a couple pieces of Boy Scout kettle corn that Auntie & Uncle bought from some Boy Scouts.
Ow Lawd. I'm actually tired, and my bed is piled up with crap I didn't know what to do with. Nice. Oh well, I'll pile it somewhere else. Like when I'm done, on the 'puter chair. Total cheater, I know.
Tomorrow is turkey, mashed taters, cranberry relish, cherry cha cha, green bean casserole, Uncle's crockpot stuffing (gotta get the recipe for that!), and whetever else.
I'm so very glad that they are here, mop buckets & all.
Cheers
They made a delicious evening meal of BBQ pork chops, potato wedges,baked beans, and a wonderful field greens salad...
But never ignore the little tingle in your neck that tells you something's going on... because it's frequently correct. I heart my Good Aunt, but you must understand that she is a completely neat & organized person, while I... well, I might be the cleanest slob I know. I may have a bit of dirty dishes for a wee while, and I don't leave out food or containers... but dusting just isn't a priority to me. Being meticulously sparkling clean isn't a priority to me. Having a clean bathroom & coffee pot is. A clutter-free spice cabinet is important to me. So what is my point?
They cleaned my house. I'm not saying that they got out the white gloves... but... Sheesh. I feel like such a tremendous oinker! Not that it doesn't look very nice, and that I won't resort to my old habits, but... Argh. It's a good thing I like them. My mom drove me crazy nuts when she would rearrange everything. Ugh.
Hopefully I'll be able to find everything, after they leave.
The dog is here somewhere. No, just kidding. He's crashed out, sassy from eating pork fat bits & a couple pieces of Boy Scout kettle corn that Auntie & Uncle bought from some Boy Scouts.
Ow Lawd. I'm actually tired, and my bed is piled up with crap I didn't know what to do with. Nice. Oh well, I'll pile it somewhere else. Like when I'm done, on the 'puter chair. Total cheater, I know.
Tomorrow is turkey, mashed taters, cranberry relish, cherry cha cha, green bean casserole, Uncle's crockpot stuffing (gotta get the recipe for that!), and whetever else.
I'm so very glad that they are here, mop buckets & all.
Cheers