My House Smells Like Cinnamon & A House Guest
Yay for the Merry Maids! They came today for their very first cleaning of our house and did a fabulous job. The floors are all spotless and their cleaning products made our house smell like cinnamon! Our old maids in Oceanside used cleaning products that smelled, well … like cleaning products. YAY!
On a completely unrelated note, my father-in-law has been visiting for a few days and I hate to admit it but I can’t wait for him to leave. The only good thing about him being here is that hubby & him watch sports on the bedroom TV so I can watch girly movies by myself on our other TV. A couple of days ago I watched ‘The Lake House’, & a little more than half of ‘Friends With Money’. ‘Friends With Money’ was entertaining but ‘The Lake House’ was pretty unbearable & the story line was very predictable. Last night I watched ‘The Object of my Affection’, a movie with Jennifer Aniston way back in ‘97. It was okay, however much like the ‘Lake House’ I could see exactly where the movie was going. I also watched ‘Close Encounters of the Third Kind’ on Tuner Classic Movies. However, I didn’t realize it was Turner Classic Movies and was cringing as to where a commercial was going to cut in. After awhile I realized that the channel was in fact Turner Classic Movies and the “commercial-cutting-in-stress” melted away. That is such a great movie (everyone now sing the du du du du du notes that run a consistent theme throughout the movie), thanks that was fun.
Back to the father-in-law. Tonight the three of us are going out to dinner. This is always an interesting experience. Will father-in-law complain about the food to the poor waiter? Will he make a racial comment with out even knowing it? Will he dress in sweats? Will he order too much booze and start to swear loudly? This is what plagues me and hubby during every outing. During these “lovely” dining experiences I usually go to the restroom after we’ve ordered our food, just so I can “escape” the table for a few minutes. And also so my head just doesn’t explode. Anyway, this is what I’m in for tonight. Wish me luck.
Yeah, He never leaves! Karen, type at me!