To the person who got to my blog by Googling, "houseguest had head lice"? I am so, so sorry. I would advise a flamethrower in the guest room. But I'm neurotic like that.
Yesterday Larry and I decided to invite some friends over to celebrate Labor Day - you know, just a last-minute, throw a few extra hotdogs and burgers on the grill kind of thing...
When will we ever learn? After blithely issuing the invitation, we realized that we had to clean up this dump we call home if we were going to allow people (with a crawling baby) inside it. I'm exhausted. And I can't help but wonder why we had been living with various colored buttons strewn all over the dining room floor. I mean, it's not as if I were actually sewing them onto the Baby Surprise Jacket I finished last month. That would make too much sense.
The upside, though (and there always is one, isn't there?), is that this morning I was surprised to find an (almost) clutter-free living area awaiting me. I'm not used to that. And - even better - Larry and I have gotten one step closer to hanging pictures of our precious offspring on the walls of our home.
You see, many moons ago I bought 3 frames at Michael's - and each one holds 3 5x7 photos. Normal people would have put some photos in them and then hung them up.
We are so not normal.
What with selecting the right photos from the 17 trillion I have online at KodakGallery, and ordering them, and figuring out how to put them in the frames so they're not crooked, this particular project has stretched out to well over a year. In between each of these steps I would lose the frames and forget about the project entirely.
I told you - not normal....
So it came to pass that during our cleaning frenzy yesterday, I found the frames - complete with pictures - on top of our dining room hutch. Oh, it was a joyous reunion, I tell you! I begged Larry to hang the pictures up, quickly, before they disappeared again.
Alas! It was not to be...as of this writing, there is one frame propped on the fireplace mantel in our den; and the other two are nowhere to be seen. It's almost uncanny.
Is there a religion where one is not allowed to hang up pictures of people in the home? I'm thinking we need to convert.