A quickie

I should be busy cleaning my house from top to bottom, or even from side to side, because I have company coming tomorrow or Wednesday, depending on a quail hunt ending.  My expected company is the traveling comedian in case you were wondering.  He has been in the next county over hunting quail at a plantation with some of his family members for the last couple of days.  This family hunting trip seems to be an annual event for him.  All I know, is that he was in the deep south doing the same thing last year. 

What am I doing instead of preparing for his arrival?  Why I'm busy procrastinating.  Did you really doubt that for one moment?  In case, I haven't mentioned this before, I HATE HOUSE KEEPING.  I wonder if I can just turn down the lights and hope he doesn't notice that I failed to mop the kitchen floor.  I'm worried that if I do, that he may get the wrong impression.  Like I am pulling out the romance card or something.  I should just tell him, that my house is a complete wreck and that he should enter at his own risk.  

I have been thinking of hiring a housekeeper, but I don't like people in my house when I am not home.  The last time I did that, a plumber who was a friend of a friend of mine, whom I hired and left in my house to work while I went back to work, proceeded to nose around in my bedroom.  How do I know this?  Well, he didn't take anything, but he left the hula skirt,which surrounds my beside table, disarrayed, and I noticed the disturbance immediately when I got home.  Who knows what he was looking for under the skirted table, but I know it wasn't plumbing.  He was gone by the time I got home, and I didn't push the conversation, I just mentally decided never to use his services again.  Another time, a friend who was staying with me for a few weeks, had company over when I wasn't home.  A very sentimental piece of my jewelry went missing while I was out.  I don't think my friend took it, but I believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that her company did.  I decided from then on, that there would be no more overnight guests or extended guests who could invite their own company over to my house when I wasn't home.  This leads to my reluctance to hiring occasional domestic help.

Right about now though, I'm wishing good help wasn't so hard to find, because I could use some.

Sorry, this is all the time I have to write today.  I have a #@%^& house to clean.

In case you missed my TA DA haircut mini show and tell, and wish to see it, take a peek at my last post.

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Why, oh why, do I keep hammering out a bunch of nothingness?  Who could possibly give a tinker's damn about my day to day going nowhere life?  I feel so bad about not being more than I am.  I was born with the words "BE ALL YOU CAN BE" stamped into the internal side of my forehead, and would you just look at  me now.  I think my analytical thinking is being stymied by my latest reading choices.  I've wandered off into fluffy fiction.  Not that I don't like fluffy fiction mind you, because I do.  However, I much prefer being intellectually stimulated by the physical and social sciences.  Oh, here we go again.  I just came back to tell you that its a good thing I am such a procrastinator.  My traveling comedian friend has been waylayed by a media gig, so all that hard work I didn't do really paid off.  I now have two weeks to get my house in order!  I'm doing the SNOOPY dance! 




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