If the first time I hear that we have guests coming over is in a 9:15pm text message when I'm leaving a movie which states that the people are ALREADY IN OUR HOUSE, you are not allowed to say one word about the last-minute emergency supplies of wine, cheese and crackers I grab from Albertson's on my way home.
This goes double if the above-mentioned guests were recently married and (since I had no advance notice whatsoever that we would be seeing them) we do not have a gift for them.
This goes triple if I haven't dusted in three days and am not sure whether or not the bright pink rubber duckie that was floating in the hallway toilet has been thrown away or whether the toothpaste dribbles have been cleaned out of the sink. (As it turned out, the duckie is gone and the toothpaste is not.)
5 comments:
OH I soooooo hate it when Mike does that!!!
I know that feeling...just love it when hubby brings people over and there are dishes in the sink and the boys' toys are still out! Such a great feeling!
Your posts always bring a smile to my face. I wish I had the knack of writing like you do.
Your posts always bring a smile to my face. I wish I had the knack of writing like you do.
LOL! One day they will have kids and understand.
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