The Man from GM Arrives Tonight!

The Man from GM is coming to visit. I’ve known this for approximately a month. Last night, I cleaned the dog and the tub and wiped off the sink.

Nothing else.

The dishes are laying all over the house like little porcelain landmines. The laundry is pouring out of the dryer and working its way upstairs on its own. There’s fifty pounds of dog food right in front of the washer and the downstairs bathroom is really, at this point, just a closet with a weird fountain under some stuff.

I don’t know what my deal is, but I just could not bring myself to actually get ready for his arrival.

Thank goodness he’s known me half my life. He won’t be surprised by any of it.

3 thoughts on “The Man from GM Arrives Tonight!

  1. We all saw that fretting didn’t matter before lunch with Brittney or drinks with Jon. So, why fret over an old friend? I know, fretting and cleaning are two different things. But the point is about being yourself and knowing that we all love you as yourself. No need to put on airs for us.

  2. Personally, I find it comforting to go into someone’s house and it’s not all perfectly clean. I mean, come on, get comfy!

  3. Well, obviously, I love to fret. But I’m not fretting about this, I’m just amused at my inability to get my act together and actually prepare for someone’s arrival.

    Comfy. That’s what I’ll tell him as he’s dodging dirty dishes: “This is comfy.”

    Tee hee.

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