So today I am planning a party. One of those work parties for my hubs. Not a stuffy, place card thing. If I had to do one of those there might be bloodshed. No, this is more a grill steaks and drink beers party. But still, it freaks you out just a tad.
Anytime I have people over I go through the likelihood that they may need to use my master bathroom. Or have to go into my closet. Why the hell would someone need to go upstairs, through the bedroom, through the bathroom and be standing in a room with all my pants? I have no idea, but I get scared that someone might see what's in there. Or under my bed. What reason on earth would someone look under my bed? They wouldn't. Would they? Great, now I got to clean under there too. Oh the nightstand drawers, gotta get those clean. You never know when someone might need to take a peek in there.
So instead of focusing on say, the kitchen, I obsess on things like the sink in the bathroom. Why, why do I do that? Do you do that? Am I normal?
Maybe I should quit blogging and go, you know... clean the kitchen. Or make the food, or something productive like the laundry room. I am sure all guests are going to need to go in there some time this evening, right?
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