The summer me is so different from the fall, winter and spring me. I wear hats. I don’t wear shoes. I wear T-shirts. I don’t wear makeup. I have plenty of things to do. I don’t have motivation. I didn’t take a shower yesterday until 10 p.m. because I spent most of the day in my bathing suit.
My house is a wreck and I have people coming over tonight. I’m finding it hard to care about cleanliness. Eddie and I have a list of 20 things that have to get done before we have about 40 people at our house next weekend for what we have dubbed “Brokeback Weekend.” It is a reunion of the facilities crew.
There will be tents in my backyard. Tents!
Eddie claims that most of the guys will be sleeping in one large eight-person tent. The ones who stink or snore will be booted to two smaller tents.
He also begged me to buy a small trampoline to insert danger into the act of jumping in the lake. His words: “This will increase the chance of medical attention by at least 50 percent.” Fantastic.
Gideon tests out the Injury Express
While the guys are out threatening each other, wrestling, farting and whatever else a guy herd does, the ladies will be inside wrangling children and enjoying the air conditioning.
And not noticing the layer of dust, I hope. (Cleaning, I do know how to quit you.)
Observe and report 
Fun fun! No one will notice the dust… They will be enjoying the company, and hopefully not tending to too many injuries.
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I’m looking around my house and feeling the same way. I brought my math book out to do homework, made a pot of coffee then decided to blog instead. But at least I managed to do the dishes this morning!
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It’s cute when you pretend perfection doesn’t come to you naturally.
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So sweet! You’re just really happy with me right now …
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I want a sign to hang at my door that reads “If you’ve come to see us come on in, if you’ve come to see the house call and make an appointment” Have fun while you can, house work will wait.
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So true. And those who love us won’t judge.
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