We're home. We'll, we've been home for about 12 hours now, but anyow. My in-laws will be here any minute and here I sit in fuzzy slippers and my bathrobe blogging.
Actually, what I'm doing is discretely rearranging my personal effects to hide anything resembling a bill, bank statement, or article of possession I have no desire to discuss.
They're bringing the dog-in-law. This should be an interesting experience for Bodie. Puffy Savage is still locked up in the guest room (shit...am I going to need to evacuate her?) and Bodie is only tolerating her mildly. A good portion of the time she's attempting to swat Puffy with her little kitty thumb nail. Bodie will tear that damn dog apart...and he'll probably piss on the floor.
Only a handful of you have ever been inside my house, and when you were here it was probably in worse shape than it is right now in terms of getting the house presentable. Now it just smells like cat and looks as if there are toddlers about throwing every damn thing on top of each flat surface in sight....and so I sit blogging, instead of doing a quick clean-up.
Shows where my priorities are.
Posted by Tiffany at November 26, 2005 10:38 AM | TrackBack