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With Sarah and Amos off in Texas, I've been alone in the house for the last 48 hours. To answer your first question: No, I have not been visited by any spirits, ghosts, or haints. I have, however, noticed that our house is almost never quiet. It's constantly creaking and squeaking and generally making noises that I hadn't really noticed before. Fortunately, I've managed to keep the panic to a minimum.
Things have generally been uneventful in the way you wouldn't expect if you're used to watching sitcoms and the wacky antics that ensue when a dad is left alone. In the real world, I've cooked a delicious pot of Thai-style chicken curry, cleaned the drains in the bathroom (baking soda and vinegar does a great job!), tidied up a bit in the basement, and played Grand Theft Auto. Not a moment of wackiness to be had!
If this were the Phil-com, I would have already started a fire while cooking, had my friends over for a poker party during which all of our fine china would be destroyed, and caused the tub to drop through the floor. Then I would have concocted a Risky Business-style scheme to turn the house into a bordello so I could earn enough money to fix everything before the family returns. None of this has happened. No wonder my ratings are down. Who would tune away from American Idol to watch my non-antics? I've really got to step up the zaniness here in the next few days.
On a side note, I watched the first two guys on Idol last night then I lost interest. Without my co-viewer to make fun of the show with, it has no appeal.
I'd write more, but there's a noise upstairs that I need to investigate.
4 beautiful people muttered something back:
When I was a little girl my grandma went for a couple weeks to take care of a daughter who had just had a new baby. My mom's youngest brother was still in high school and living at home, so he and grandpa "took care" of each other. When grandma got home she said everything was in surprisingly good order. The only dishes left to be washed were one frying pan and two forks.
you cleaned the drains.. while your honey was gone. i'd be thrilled if my hubby would, like, wash his own dishes while i was gone.. never had that much luck. he's getting a lot better, but i can't really see him doing something like that voluntarily.. interesting though.. interesting..
eve - Based on the evidence presented, I'm guessing they cooked and ate every meal out of that frying pan. Your grandpa was obviously a genius, and I'm envious of his wisdom.
lil mouse - The drains had reached critical mass, so I didn't have much choice. It was either clean the drain or start brushing my teeth in the kitchen and showering over the kitchen sink with the sprayer attachment. Which I'm sure some guys would have done.
Phil, I believe I need to introduce you to my hubby, the non-cleaner and chef. We also just moved into a old house with constant noise and activity too. Wanna come investigate our creepiness too?
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