Wherever I Lay My Head Is Home
The house was to be shown today at 11:00, so we spent the better part of two hours straightening before we made ourselves scarce. It's quite surprising to realize how much crap you scatter about in your daily life if you're made to hide it away and erase virtually all evidence of your presence in the space of an hour or two. We have made a system of quickly re-making the bed complete with all 38 throw pillows that go into that production, hiding away the odds and ends toiletries that accumulate on the bathroom counter, hiding the little dog gates that keep the Yorkie from a couple different rooms, the little quilts or throws from the couches in the den, all the shit that just shows up on the kitchen table and counters...
It's like some kinda shitty slapstick routine that only features two Stooges, and it's getting pretty old.
We dropped the Yorkie with the Mother In Law so she could visit with her dogs and chill, then we went for some lunch and then hit Best Buy to grab the new release stuff that my wife and I can't live without.
The wife is the proud owner of Dallas Season 7 now, and I grabbed Hot Fuzz and the special edition of 300 for myself. I had every intention of watching one of these movies long enough to fall asleep on the couch and try to make up for the lousy sleep last night, so we picked up the dog and headed back to the house. The wife split for a meeting she had and after I checked e-mail, I went through the house and tried to set everything right that we'd tucked away earlier.
First step would be to turn off every damned light in the house, which had been turned on for the showing, pull out the blankets and the dog's little pillow, put up the dog gates, and lay down the dog's little potty pads that she usually ignores. I changed back into the pajamas to get more comfortable and then popped in the special features disc of 300 and started watching a little featurette about Frank Miller, author of the source material of the film.
The phone rings, it's the Realtor, who mentions that the house looked nice and that she has another Realtor who wants to see it this afternoon. I curse inwardly, say that'd be great, and then wait out the wife for the 20 minutes it takes her to get back from her meeting. I let her know about the new surprise showing, then we spend the remaining hour waiting for delivery of a plant for the front room, and then pick up the house again, grab the Yorkie and go over the the MIL's house to hide out and maybe watch a film.
The MIL watched 300 with me while the wife napped briefly, then she left for another damned meeting in the late afternoon. The MIL and I finished the film and I packed the Yorkie up again and headed home. The wife got home as I was putting up the dog gates and whatnot, so we chilled out with a TiVo'd episode of Color Splash on HGTV, then ordered a pizza for supper and popped in Hot Fuzz.
So in a nutshell, I spent the day running from Realtors and watching movies I'd seen before just because I can.
I'm out, it's bed-thirty.
Be seeing you.
Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes!