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Impending Doom^H^H^H^H Visitors
Nov. 21st, 2003 01:41 am(Nah, not really, I just have hermit crab-like immune system rejecting foreign bodies sanctum sanctorum issues. I like entertaining in theory...)
My folks are coming down for a short stay this weekend, since we won't be visiting between now and up tight close to Christmas. They're going out of town for Tday, I have special plans the following weekend, and the 13th I'll probably be watching gobs of Brimstone so I can write for my yuletide partner. (Zeke Stone and the Prince of Lies! Woo!)
*Looks around* Hey, it's only procrastinating if I wait until the 20th to start writing (due the 21st). I have another obligation until the special-plans-on-Dec-6th, about which I shall say no more.
So. Parental types, incoming. Which means I must finish cleaning the kitchen tomorrow, scare the cats with the vacuum cleaner (always fun), and move the litter box from the main bath into my bath, where my folks won't have to see/smell it. *Snaps fingers* And wash linens and towels.
Oh, and I must remember to HIDE THEIR CHRISTMAS PRESENTS. *Wince*. I bet I'll forget. I know me. However, the fun thing about presents for them is that they're easily disguisible as 'things I would normally own', since we have many similar tastes. It's the purloined letter method of hiding presents.
My folks are coming down for a short stay this weekend, since we won't be visiting between now and up tight close to Christmas. They're going out of town for Tday, I have special plans the following weekend, and the 13th I'll probably be watching gobs of Brimstone so I can write for my yuletide partner. (Zeke Stone and the Prince of Lies! Woo!)
*Looks around* Hey, it's only procrastinating if I wait until the 20th to start writing (due the 21st). I have another obligation until the special-plans-on-Dec-6th, about which I shall say no more.
So. Parental types, incoming. Which means I must finish cleaning the kitchen tomorrow, scare the cats with the vacuum cleaner (always fun), and move the litter box from the main bath into my bath, where my folks won't have to see/smell it. *Snaps fingers* And wash linens and towels.
Oh, and I must remember to HIDE THEIR CHRISTMAS PRESENTS. *Wince*. I bet I'll forget. I know me. However, the fun thing about presents for them is that they're easily disguisible as 'things I would normally own', since we have many similar tastes. It's the purloined letter method of hiding presents.