so last week PLou stayed with us, and he stayed up late on the couch watching TV and went to bed in the wee hours of the morning. he got up at like 6 a.m. so basically he slept in the bed for only 4 hours. which practically doesn't count.
or at least that is what i convinced myself yesterday at 3 p.m. when i got off work and realized i had not washed the sheets and my parents were 20 minutes away. so i decided to play it cool and pretend that i didn't know. and, as my friends are coming to stay with us tonight, i figured i could febreeze the sheets after my parents slept in them and that it would be totally fine. i mean who would notice, right??
i'm sorry i suck and am the worst hostess ever. now none of you will ever want to come stay with me.
ACTUALLY SCRATCH THAT BECAUSE THERE ARE FRESH SHEETS ON THE SPARE ROOM BED AS WE SPEAK.
why you ask? why?????
because as i was walking past the spare room a glare of white skin caught my eye. i looked over and my dad was laying in bed reading a book. i was like "DAD WHERE ARE YOUR PAJAMAS?!!?" (he always wears pajamas) and he like smirked and said, "not wearing any" and i was like EW OMG! COME ON DAD! MY FRIENDS ARE STAYING IN THAT BED TOMORROW NOW I HAVE TO WASH THE SHEETS I HATTTTTTTTTTE YOUUUUUUUU" and he laughed at me. then he said, "well i know they weren't clean before i got into them. there's crumbs or something under my butt."
PLou like had a ritz cracker feast in my spare bed and my dad was now laying naked in it.
i'm not mean enough to make my friends lay in sheets with my dad's butt crust and PLou's crumbs in it.