I learned something today . . .

Always have a clean house!

You never know who’s going to ring your doorbell at 1:00 in the afternoon on a random Friday, or who’s going to call when you’re on your way to IHOP on the previous random Friday.

So today, I’m sitting around wallowing in my ill health (feeling a little sketchy the past couple of days) when who should appear, unannounced, at my doorstep but my dear Uncle Freddie from Dallas and his 13 year old Paris look alike daughter and her best friend. My house was a wreck, to say the least. Well, at least to me, it was. People always tell you that your house is cleaner than theirs, but how often are they lying? You see, I think there are two kinds of people in this world: People who think their house is clean when it is a total roach trap, and people who think their house is filthy when it’s cleaner than the lobby at the Ritz. I seriously don’t know which category I fit into. But today, anyway, I felt like the filthy house girl. Luckily, for me, I know that my uncle is being entirely truthful when he says his house is the grosser one, but I have no idea how clean that other girl’s house is. My bathroom is “under construction” for Cripe’s sakes!

Oh, and it pleases me to tell you that I had a psychic moment today as well. I was supposed to go run all of these errands, but when I was on the phone with husband this morning I told him I was having a day where you get the feeling you just shouldn’t go anywhere. Good thing I didn’t or my Uncle would’ve missed me and my dirty house. I was glad he came by though. We don’t get to see him much, and my little cousin thinks I’m the world’s foremost ghost hunting guru. I won’t shy from the title. Just call me Madame Morbida.

Aren’t all words immortal?