Heard in my house last Thursday night.
My son P. is home for a visit with his new girlfriend Ja. Hubby picked them up at the train station and they came in to much general rejoiocing. They hadn't been in the door for 5 minutes when I hear P say to Ja, "Let me give you the tour."
The tour, P? The TOUR??
Why???
Whose family have you been visiting lately, P?
Around here nobody talks about "tours" because my home, dear as it is to some of us, well...
1 -- it's teeny tiny
2 -- anyone who knows me, knows that no matter how spiffy I managed to get the living room and downstairs bathroom... maybe even the front porch, THE HIDDEN PARTS OF THE HOUSE will probably embarrass me. If I had managed to finally clean the basement, I would have announced it.
3 -- some doors, such as the one leading to V's den, simply should never be opened, period
4 -- my closet (see point 3)
5 -- I have no taste, stomach or budget for interior decorating
So, right away Ja discovered who we really are. But, good news. I think she liked the cats.
Ja, an interesting name ... almost as good as mine? well, maybe not. lol.
ReplyDeleteGlad she got over the tour enough to relax and spend some time with kitty kats!