My wife throws great parties at our place, of which I am an adjunct component (dishwashing czar), but the food is good, company convivial, so, it's cool.
The one thing about having people over though is that she is relentlessly fastidious about cleaning our place before guests arrive...I mean, streets of Singapore clean, Disneyland in the 50s clean...and there is nothing messy about our place to begin with! There's only two of us here, no kids, but nonetheless, she taps into her inner fascist and goes after the miniscule quantity of squalor with vengeful ferocity. After the cleaning cyclone has blown through, one is NOT to manufacture any new mess. In fact, one would be well-advised not to move, for fear of generating some barely perceptible quantity of mess.
Which has me feeling at times that I am an exhibit in a wax museum...and if we were to run with that idea, it could be entertaining for the public.
Seat me in the big chair, wrap my right hand around a Henry Weinhard's, put a velvet rope around me, and call me an exhibit...people could file through like it was Mount Vernon or Monticello to see all of our rooms, with the tour capped off by an awestruck gaze at the Lord of the Manor, at his ease...
Anonymous on December 30, 2008 at 9:39 AM
Dust is the Devil's snow. Get over it.
Joe Ercoli on December 30, 2008 at 1:06 PM
My sister is Joe Jr.... HA!
Anonymous on December 30, 2008 at 7:51 PM
Dude this is the greatest post yet.....And that is a tall order my amigo....Over here we have bypassed dust bunnies and have moved on to dust gorillas.
And now for my seamless segway (segue?), the wire is the greatest program of all time. Period.