Today is the day my Tea Partier/Dog Walker is going to clean my disgusting house! Oh, what a red-letter day. I think it took as much time for me to prepare for her as it would have to, you know, clean the house.
Still. I am bad at cleaning. Do you clean the house and when you're done it doesn't look clean? Because that's what happens to me. If anyone has a clean-your-house tutorial, I would love that. Oooo! Pieces of wisdom idea!
In other news, the Nester came over on Saturday, as planned, along with her cute dad, her sister Chatting and their friend Annie, who was visiting from Nashville for the weekend and who I fell in love with immediately.
She had on these sparkly shoes:
Enough said. Oh, except she wore these shoes TO THE GRAMMYS. Hello. Love her. Want to be her.
At any rate, they delivered my new coffee table, which is delightful:
Look how I've already managed to mess it up with crap.
Then, are you sitting down? ARE YOU? Nester -- no, wait. Are you sitting down for reals?
Nester walked around my house and ADMIRED THINGS! THE NESTER DID! You guys. If the Nester ever talks about me on her blog? Like she'll say, "This was big, like June's hair," I'll get 4,000 viewers that day. And those are just her DREGS.
She liked my cupboard in my kitchen, and she liked my pie painting in the living room, and she liked my anal color-coordinated books on my bookshelf, and she thought my house was cute, and I don't care if she was just being polite, it was like Coco Chanel saying, "Cute outfit."
In the meantime, Marvin played his victrola for Nester and Chatting's religious dad, and immediately played some 1920 song about a prostitute.
Sigh.
I'm being brought up and dragged down, all at the same time. He was jamming out to it, though, their dad, because I hate to say it but it's a catchy tune.
Anyway.
The only caveat to this whole shebang was I had to go to Chatting's house yesterday and get the drawer for the table, which meant Edsel got another play date with Chatting's puppy.
But Edsel was out-puppied this time and got scared of the ball of energy that was Finn.
"i not heer. play wif leef."
So there you go. Oh, and in case you were obsessed with looking at everything on my new coffee table, note I have March, our book club book that we are supposed to be reading. I am doing my part! Are you? Hmmmm?
