Tired

Oh so bloody tired.

And, yeah, we're home. It's been a loooooooooooong day and I will recap the trip for you, my devoted Cake Eater readers, tomorrow. I'm going to go and pour myself some more wine and then take a nice long soak in my own tub. From whence I will fall into my own bed and sleep the sleep of the righteous.

It's pleasant to be home. It's always weird to walk into your house when you come home. There's that little bit of anxiety that something won't be right, but once you get the mail, haul the suitcases in, unlock the doors, turn on the lights, etc., the world slowly begins to right itself. That's when you find out what you didn't get done before you had to leave the house at five am because your ride to the airport was getting antsy. As far as I can tell there were only two things that did not get done before we left the house last week.

The first was that the dishwasher didn't get started.

If you feel like being grossed out---AND I REALLY MEAN THAT. CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED!---take the jump for the second thing that didn't get done before we left the house on Thursday, February 23rd.

Someone had a bm and forgot to flush.

And it sat there.

FOR SEVEN DAYS.

The same amount of time that it, reportedly, took God to create the universe.

NASTY!

The Cake Eater bathroom smelled like a porta potty when we got home.

We don't remember who the last one in the bathroom was. We have no idea who committed this heinous offense simply because it was before five am last Thursday and our memories are kind of dicey. And no one's fessin' up, either, which, one would think, is understandable.

I bleached the bathroom. I'm currently out of Febreze. The aerosol kind. I've still got some of the spray bottle stuff, but I'm also almost out of that, too.

We just closed the windows, as well.

Now don't you feel better about yourselves, my devoted Cake Eater readers? I mean, I'm sure YOU would never do such a thing. Consider this my gift to you for being gone for so long. Laugh long and hard right now because we'll never mention this again.

Capisce?

Posted by Kathy at March 1, 2006 10:00 PM | TrackBack