Why is it that the day you have a million things to do, and a million more to do tomorrow, your parents call and tell you that they want to take you to dinner (with old family friends you haven’t seen in YEARS and would love to see!)? Why do they call you two hours before you have to leave? Why do you then possibly suggest they follow you home to pick up their guest bed from your living room that has been there for six months now when you’ve spent all morning & early afternoon working on homework and getting some announcements ready, therefore only your bathroom is spotless? Why is it that you still have such a clean-complex from your mother that you can’t let her see that your coffee table might be so cluttered you’re embarrassed by it? WHY!

My bedroom is spotless now. I have vacuumed the entire condo. Now I have to pick up the living room, finish arranging my Swap-Bot postcards to go out in Monday’s mail, do the dishes and then get ready in the next two hours. I think I can handle this. *sigh*

Hey, tomorrow at church I’ll get to look at today and laugh … I’ll have a very clean house AND have gotten free dinner from my parents out of it!