Although Andreas had told me twice, I kept forgetting that we were having dinner with his dad tonight. At 6:30 or so I whined “I’m hungry…” and he said “Yeah, my dad should be here any minute…”

“…er, has he been here before?” I ask. Of course he hadn’t (he’s a college prof in Missoula), and I looked up from my too-many-hours-of-computer-induced stupor and realized the house was a PIT! Now, keep in mind, I’m hardly one of those tidy women who’s like “Oh NO! The in-laws are coming, I better get out the nice decorative pillows instead of these ratty chenille things that don’t match the embroidery on the wall!” but I am aware that since I’ve been sick this week (yeah, that’s it), the house has been a bit, ahem, untidy. So, Dre and I had a mad-dash 15 minutes of “oh my god put the pipe away ok shit you pick up the dirty underwear I’ll put away the ky fuck here get out of the way so I can stick this box of shit in the closet so that we can forget about the fact that we need to sort through it and don’t forget to put the hitachi under the bed thank god I did the dishes this morning or else we wouldn’t be able to show him the kitchen oh my god are those lights in the driveway?” It was stressful. I hate that shit. His dad is the only family member of both of ours that we have to tidy for, so it’s ok. He’s also the only one who’d never been here, and we turned on all the sparkly lights, so it looked enchanted.

I like that word. You look simply enchanting my dear.

Anyway, when it’s all clean and tidy and nicely lit, I love our house. It’s one of the most cool spaces I’ve ever lived in. And that’s saying a lot considering past homes include a handbuilt log cabin, a customized school bus, an apartment with a spiral staircase up to my room, an artist’s loft…but this house is definitely the best. I wish I had more pictures. Maybe I’ll ask TC to bring his digcam down and take some for me.