Unless, of course, I am dead and this is a a dead-dream or maybe the afterlife, in which case, this is not the Kool-Aid I thought I was drinking.
Busy. I've have been it. Even now, I am semi-covertly blogging at work. (Shhh, don't tell!)
Over the weekend, my friend Jes visited from Iowegialand, or maybe Nebraska. Is there a difference? Anyway, Jes is awesome. I have been so busy that "cleaning" my apartment for her arrival consisted of me throwing a sheet over the four foot tall mountain of laundry and shoving the dirty dishes in the oven. Our conversation on the way from the airport went like this.
Me: Don't look in the oven.
Me: Or the refrigerator.
Me: And close your eyes when you go into the bathroom.
Jes: All right.
Me: And just ignore all of the boxes with crap spilling out. I never really finished moving in.
Jes: No problem.
Me: I mean, I know that was two years ago, but I'm usually at The Squeezes' place anyway.
Me: I have nothing for you to eat or drink.
Jes: That's what take-out is for.
Me: I'm sorry! I'm the worst host ever!
Jes: Yeah, but I love you anyway.
I love her right back.
(True: We saw dead people and then we met a famous person. The famous person was still alive, though.)
Bud doesn't care what your place looks like, either. He's cool like that.