July 2nd, 2009
Today I am scouring the house in anticipation of the wedding shower I’m hosting on Sunday. My cousin, who is more like a brother to me, is getting married soon. His lovely fiancee is from the U.S. and I hope she finds the shower welcoming and loving, as we intend it to be. Hooray for new relatives! We’re going to throw a super Canadian shower with lots of beer and maple syrup and everyone has to wear a toque.
Just joking about that last part.
But I am cleaning like crazy. You would think this place should be spotless given the amount of time I spend cleaning, but it’s really not – or I have some kind of reality distorting disorder causing me to see dirt and clutter where none exists. I think the former is correct and it just takes a lot of work to keep ahead of the mess-monsters who live here. We won’t even talk about Husband’s piles of papers – I am steeled for cleaning the office and this is something that has never been entirely achieved since, well, since I met him. If I don’t bleed to death from paper cuts we will have an actually functional second bedroom! Currently that room is just a repository for Husband’s piles of papers but I would like to turn it into a sewing/painting room for me.
Also, I think I found the camping spider: as I was dusting around the fireplace I noticed a bunch of dead spider corpses inside the glass (it’s a gas fireplace). One of them is a little larger than the others.
Incidentally that really, really bugs me: I hate the idea of a bunch of dessicated dead creatures just behind the glass, sitting there, all messy like – but I can’t clean them away. How did they even get in there? Fucking spiders!
Totally go with the Touques… like a crazy touque theme for the shower… isn’t that the sort of showery thing to do. At least make her wear one!