Why can't I twitch my nose?

Woohoo, I've just noticed I've rounded the 90 post mark. This is #91.

Well I'm just on to post something quick. My one post for today.

I have people coming over again today. In a little more than three hours, a Pampered Chef consultant will be showing up at my door to cook at my house for other people. Don't get me wrong, I signed up for this little shindig. I'm just worried about all the crust underneath my stove burners. I mean, seriously...it's gross.

So I've got three hours to clean my house top to bottom, make it smell nice, defrost some chicken (for her Caribbean Jerk Nachos), and have some time to make it look like I was relaxing all day. Why relaxed all day? Because in the world of the the happy housewife, a perfect house should come naturally -- dontcha know.

Andi currently has Adrien with him for a cross town trek to his friend's house to do manly things. Things like going to the auto parts store and changing his oil. It's a good thing too, because I'd never get anything done if he were here. If there is a vacuum in the same vicinity as Adrien (I'm talking a good 5 miles radius), he will run over and insist that he do it. He's obsessed with cleaning...the tools of the trade specifically. That's also a good thing, as I am not. So I guess it's good that he's off to do manly things, or he'd be at home with me doing purportedly girly things. He'll make a nice housewife someday. Just the other day he dug out a new sponge and was pretending to scrub the sides of the kitchen island. And if he sees the Swiffer? Well, it's over then.

After my party, my mother in law will take the Pooter Dumplin' to her house where he'll stay tonight and Sunday night. Sunday is me and Andi's anniversary. Yes, two whole years going strong, HA HA! Two years.

Well anyway, it's now less than three hours left until the consultant gets here. Better get my mojo going. I got my coffee in one hand, broom in the other. Why can't I just be like Samantha from BeWitched? Go ahead, click on the link.