Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The things I do for love...

So the man of my dreams is coming to see me this weekend. Let me give you an example of just how excited I am. Normally, my bedroom looks like a bomb went off in there or some natural disaster occurred (hurricane, tornado, etc). Clothes strewn about, bathroom sink even more disgusting than a boy's college dorm. I'm not even exaggerating. It's disgusting, I'll be the first to admit it. But when Man of My Dreams (MOMD) and I were having a conversation in Vegas about him and his roommate, the only thing he mentioned that bothered him was that his roommate is messy. As I was saying aloud, "I totally agree with you, messes are disgusting." I was REALLY thinking, "If you could only see my room..." Anyway, when I found out he was going to be coming TO MY PLACE, I went into panic mode. My mother would be so proud if she could see what I accomplished. I did about 146 loads of laundry, I hung up ALL my clothes, I cleaned my counters and sink, I VACUUMED, I made my bed and I even got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed the floor! My roommate came home, looked at all the cleaning I did and said, "Who are you?"
So NOW, when MOMD comes to see, I won't have to worry that he'll take one look and run for the hills screaming. 
I went to bed last night, in a clean room, and I must admit...it was refreshing. Maybe I should clean up more often? ....Nah, too much work.

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