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Okay, so you'll like this one. I mean. /I/ like this one, so /you'll/ like this one, right? XD
Aunt Joan and Uncle Tom are awesome landlords and have been painting and fixing and all sorts of things-ing my house for the last two weeks because Uny's moving in in three weeks (3 WEEKS!! :D! ), and have found a guy to clean our carpets, which involved getting AAAALLLL the furniture out into the living room and my room, and letting him mess around for a while.
Okay, no problem, right?
I am told yesterday, Guy is going to show up at one-thirty, just in case Aunt Joan and Uncle Tom go to New Jersey to see Granny (who is doing better and now in rehab to get her back on her feet. <3 ^^ ) and aren't here to let the Guy in. No problem. Absolutely fine.
Right.
So I get a call at ten this morning "Rise and shine! The uh, carpet guy's going to be coming around at eleven, so make sure you're dressed and whatnot." Okay. No problem. I throw on the most absurd clothing ever (dark green painted shirt, white pajama pants with bright orange flowers all over them, no underwear because I assume I have at least half an hour before I have to look like a PERSON and you know I hate clothing. >_> ).
I go downstairs to get some of the downstairs vacuumed because the tile traps dirt like crazy, and go upstairs for a minute to drop off my mail. Get distracted by opening my mail, and hear Aunt Joan calling "We're coming up, is that okay?"
O_O
I glance at my clock. It's not even ten-thirty. My teeth are not brushed. I look terrible. And now there is a man with a pony-tail in my house spreading chemicals about in an effort to clean the carpets.
At least both the cats are outside. >__>
*FACEPALM*
XD
Aunt Joan and Uncle Tom are awesome landlords and have been painting and fixing and all sorts of things-ing my house for the last two weeks because Uny's moving in in three weeks (3 WEEKS!! :D! ), and have found a guy to clean our carpets, which involved getting AAAALLLL the furniture out into the living room and my room, and letting him mess around for a while.
Okay, no problem, right?
I am told yesterday, Guy is going to show up at one-thirty, just in case Aunt Joan and Uncle Tom go to New Jersey to see Granny (who is doing better and now in rehab to get her back on her feet. <3 ^^ ) and aren't here to let the Guy in. No problem. Absolutely fine.
Right.
So I get a call at ten this morning "Rise and shine! The uh, carpet guy's going to be coming around at eleven, so make sure you're dressed and whatnot." Okay. No problem. I throw on the most absurd clothing ever (dark green painted shirt, white pajama pants with bright orange flowers all over them, no underwear because I assume I have at least half an hour before I have to look like a PERSON and you know I hate clothing. >_> ).
I go downstairs to get some of the downstairs vacuumed because the tile traps dirt like crazy, and go upstairs for a minute to drop off my mail. Get distracted by opening my mail, and hear Aunt Joan calling "We're coming up, is that okay?"
O_O
I glance at my clock. It's not even ten-thirty. My teeth are not brushed. I look terrible. And now there is a man with a pony-tail in my house spreading chemicals about in an effort to clean the carpets.
At least both the cats are outside. >__>
*FACEPALM*
XD