I retain an inherent distrust for people whose houses are so clean, they could go on the market at any time. 



You know what I'm talking about.  No fingerprints on the walls.  Nothing personal out ANYWHERE.  Glossy floors, eerily perfect furniture.  Yes.  THOSE people.

What have they done that is so bad that they are constantly worried they'll have to sell their house and get out of town without having time to clean?  No thank you.  I can't settle in with people who can't settle in.  Give me this, any day.



Well, okay...maybe that's a bit extreme.  How about...this?



Coffee stains?  Yes, please.  Dirty dishes?  Even better.  Rumpled blankets on furniture?  A lack of throw pillows?  All fine with me!  These are my people.  They will not be skipping town any time soon.  I would be completely comfortable around them. 

But that scary, guest-bathroom-no-one-uses, Realtor-ready stuff creeps me right-the-heck out!  Am I the only one?

Okay...now I'm just procrastinating the inevitable writing session for the day...DON'T WANNA!

Out

I woke up with a sore throat.  It turned to achy neck and back.  Now I'm so cold I can't stand it.  And I have to leave for work in 18 minutes.  I am sick.

Let's hope it's not the flu.  And if it is, let's hope it's not of the porcine variety, although I probably deserve it for laughing at fate a few weeks ago.  She gave someone I no longer care for swine flu.  We won't name names.

As it went with the chicken pox, when we made fun of the neighbor girls, twins, calling them "chicken pock pie" and generally being horrid boys.  We caught it from them.  Surprise, surprise.  And then my older brother and I were the target of much ridicule.

"History repeats itself, and time flows like a river."

If you can tell me where the quote is from without googling it, you're my new best friend.

Out