I went on my work trip to San Angelo. We were invited to a Rotary Club lunch and had to sing Home on the Range. If it wasn't so ridiculous, I'd have been irritated. We were shown amazing hospitality during our trip. So much that I realized how much I value my independence on trips. We ate at a Mexican restaurant where the owner's son is married to Virginia from Hell's Kitchen Season 2(?). I remember her as the finalist who I never expected to go far, but she was in the finale.
I then stayed at Chris's work partner's house upon return. I am so glad I'm not a single party girl at the age of 36. And while I'm into some good smut talk occassionally, there was far too much nasty lingo flying all night long.
When I went home, I arrived to the boys making breakfast at 11:30 a.m. There were three big bowls of different chicken wing sauces, all sitting there for the last few days, cheese sauce that had been simmering for four days and other misc. food and dirty dishes. The furniture was moved and two patio chairs were moved inside for additional seating. Then there was the malty smelling four-season room. Chris was pouring a pitcher of beer from his new beer fridge tapper when the doorbell rang. He left the nozzle flowing and went to answer the door, got distracted and about two gallons of beer ran all over the carpet. And I don't have to clean any of this. :-)
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I would hope you don't have to clean any of that.
Beer smell, ick.
Whew - I'm not sure if I wouldn't have just turned around and left again!
Did you at least wave as you flew over Oklahoma?
Lucky you. Usually Michelle still always has to pick up after me. Even after I clean. I don't meet the Michelle meter when it comes to cleaning.
Tummy-of COURSE I waved over Oklahoma! You didn't see me? *head tilt*
Well, I may have spoken too soon. We'll see if the beer mess gets cleaned up by Sunday.
*gasp*
I probably would have cleaned it and bitched the whole time. Although I think I'm pretty safe in saying Michael wouldn't have left such a mess.
Conner is another story all together. I literally snapped on Sunday night about some Oreos that appeared on the floor minutes after I had cleaned it (with my inside broom and Swiffer).
Last night he came to me and said, "I had a little accident with one of my yogurt drinks, but I cleaned it all up on my own."
Ugh. There's not much that cheeses me off more than coming home to a big mess. And you might have to wait until Sunday for it to be cleaned up? You should misplace his favourite power tool until then or something.
Men are messy.
*agrees with Yvonne*
Was the singing a treat? Or punishment?
Sheesh - what an ungodly mess to come home to! I hope Chris started cleaning the minute you walked in the door. I am trying to imagine 4-day simmered cheese sauce but I can't. I don't like beer anyway so a house smelling of stale beer would just freak me out and drive me out.
I don't get why men think a big mess is a sign of manliness.
It's a week and a half later now. Has the beer smell left yet?
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