Sunday, October 4, 2009
Of my myriad sins, secrets, and crimes, and we're not talking small numbers here, I would venture to guess that my disdain for fall is the likeliest to cost me friends. Well that and being unsafe. I mean really unsafe, like exaggerating and stuff, 2893489235 hours of the day. I also don't like sleepovers in my house. Even the sweetest, most polite kids, who take their dishes to the sink and know the square root of 144, are pretty much more than I can handle. I don't know why, but Camy's sleeping bag feels the same as someone pouring buckets of paint or sand across the floor. Thank god Todd doesn't share my aversion, so he usually hosts the sleepovers while I do other, better, cleaner, drunker, er, more refined things.
So today will be all about removing all traces of the 709 guests we've had in the past two weeks. I really do say that in love, and any of you are welcome in my house, I will just scrubs your filthy contaminated fingerprints off of everything when you leave. But seriously, don't take offense, I scrub our filthy contaminated prints off too, it's part of OCD's charm.
Since things are looking pretty good, I plant to do the following:
-Clean kitchen, wipe down, floors.
-De-clutter counters and dining table.
-Make Reilly conceal all evidence of her sleepover while thanking me profusely for allowing it and regaling me with tales of merriment and whatnot.
-Deborah's dogs sjdfhasdhflasgdhlfjasdfuhasdlfljasdgdsg.
-Ajax in front bathroom.
-Get gifts ready to ship, except Gail's, whose is ready but the fucking post office closes earlier now so my entire life (read: list) was derailed.
-Wash the additional bedding Deborah brought for her angels, bedding which is nicer than that of Oprah Winfrey but whatever.
-Put clothes away.
-Scrub down back vanity.
-Research a potion to combat dust or slit my throat.
FOR THE TEAM:
-Three things from my list.
-One totally unexpected chore.
That's it! I hate Sundays and will be going insane as soon as I'm done with my list, but Khloe will fix it at 9pm.