November 22nd, 2005
My cousin and her roommate and her roommate’s boyfriend are coming to my apartment for Thanksgiving. I’m relieved that this is a smaller party than I usually have (hey, I just moved here). Unfortunately, I had planned to clean my place tonight after work and tomorrow morning — but my cuz may be arriving tonight while I’m at work. Isn’t that lovely? Crap, crap, crappity, crap!
I adore my cousin and I’m glad she’s coming, but I at least wanted a semi-clean house before some boyfriend I’ve never met gets an eyeful of my bras hanging over the shower rod. Ah, well. They want to see me and not my house, right? Right?
