It's Wednesday. . .

It's Wednesday and I couldn't be happier, because that puts us within arm's reach of Friday. . . and the arrival of two very important guests to Chez Ragged. We've been anticipating their arrival since an afternoon phone call a few weeks ago. (Yes, I talked on the phone. Actually I talked on the phone twice that day, and it was nice, very nice, of course I am certain that has to do with who I was talking to.)

We have several hurdles to jump before they get here, but it's very, very much worth it. You see, our house is a wreck, we don't have a shred of edible food (unless you count three tins of butter cookies, cans of soup and frozen fruit slushies), and I still have my winter clothes in plastic bins in the guest room. Something tells me that as gracious as our guests are, they don't want to leap over plastic bins of my sweaters to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. It's bad enough that they can't even pee alone. . . (as the cats join them, not Cynical as you first suspected.)

And then there's the towels. Our towels smell funny. It's one thing for me to notice our towels aren't as fresh as they oughtta be, but it's another thing for our visitors to recoil in wonderment. So, hopefully I'll figure out what's up, over-use softener and take care of the problem.

We've had a little talk with the cats, and they will try not to shed, which isn't such a big deal as it's cold in our house and they are wanting to keep as much fur on their bodies as possible. I also had a discussion with Cynical about the fact that our guests, as gracious as they are, might not want to wear knitted hats and gloves while watching television, so we're turning the heat up. Anything for Needlefingers and Pilot.

Now if I can just usher them quickly into the house so they won't notice our tree stand and my gardening gloves are still on the front porch. I think it sends a bad message: no we didn't just take down our tree and we aren't gardening in January; heck we don't even garden in June.

In truth, our guests have always taken us as we are, for which I am eternally grateful, but I'd like to think we put up a good front, smelly towels, tree stands, cat hair and all.

PS: We're also supposed to have snow, safe snow, not feet and feet and feet of snow; just enough to keep you inside where it's warm, where you have soup in the crockpot and SVU on 24/7.