It’s MY party.
I. DON’T. WANT. TO. CLEAN!
Remember when I announced that my husband was planning a surprise party for me?
I was very excited.
I ran and got my hair colored.
I ran and got my eyebrows arched.
I planned out a cute outfit to wear.
I called all my friends…who don’t read my blog…to let them know that I know!
And we giggled about the fact that, while my hubby is cute…he’s not real bright.
But…what I did NOT get…
was my house cleaned.
In fact…it seemed to get messier, dustier, laundrier(my own word. you may borrow it)…the closer Saturday approached.
My husband assured me that he’d take Friday off in order to clean and prep for the auspicious occasion. Yay hubby. Extra favors for you!
But Friday morning came. And the 6:18 alarm rang. And the hubby pressed snooze. Phew. He may really be taking Friday off.
But then…the alarm rang again…
and he JUMPED out of bed. RAN into the shower. Dressed. Left.
One less favor…
So, I called my darling, sweet husband on his cell and asked him what he would have done alleging that I hadn’t found out about this party…to get the house cleaned.
He told me…
He would have hired someone. And…
to shut up. Get over it. And start cleaning. (He’s kind of a dick in the morning. Perhaps that conversation would not have been so…HARSH.
I shut up. I got over it. And..
I started cleaning.
What can I say? I wanted my table to be laundry free. And my kitchen decluttered. My toilet de-pooped stained (sorry, tmi 😉 ) And the house de-cat-fur-ized.
And SOMEONE had to do it.
That someone was the BIRTHDAY CHICK and her sister!!
There had better NOT BE one single comment about lack of gratitude!
Because I am so excited that I’m having a birthday party.
But…my rosy red rear end can be kissed with tongue for having to clean the house for this!
I’ll be taking lots of pictures!!! A picturementary will be up on Sunday. Or Monday…
Depending on how hung over I am.
Depending on how long it takes…
For ME to clean up the house after MY birthday party!