Completely cured of my bizarre bout with melancholy, I left work yesterday on a mission.
Post-mother visit, the apartment was still a disaster. Belying all of my natural OCD tendencies to maniacally preserve the tidiness of my small space, I’d simply let it all go in the name of recovery. Well, happy Therapeutic Recovery Period met its statute of limitations yesterday when I arranged to host my very first (and quite impromptu) dinner soirée.
Once home, bed linens were stripped and sent downstairs to the fluff-n-fold, couches lint-brushed for my kitten-allergic guest, groceries bought and mushrooms washed and set to marinate in the fridge.
I’m a headstrong, focused sort of gal who, once there is a goal in mind, can’t be bothered with trifle things like… changing my clothes. Last night, I cleaned the apartment in its entirety still wearing what I’d thrown on for work that morning. I was still decked out in the very Donna Reed-esque frock when I flip-flopped down the street hours later to meet Ari for TCBY and our evening constitutional.
“I can’t believe you cleaned like that.” She said over strawberry frozen yogurt. “You should have come over to borrow my pearls.”
“Pink flip-flops: the new kitten heel.”
I nearly burst into a round of, “I can bring home the bacon… fry it up in a pan….” But we were in public. And really, isn’t that song best sung in a sultry fashion while toying suggestively with a dishtowel?
Maybe I’ll save it for tonight’s after-dinner entertainment.
Rarrr.
I do the same thing, clean in my work clothes. I become so focused on wanting to clean when I get home that I don’t even stop to get changed. If I stopped to change it would be a distraction that would lead to feeling comfortable, eating dinner, watching tv, and the cleaning never getting done.
oh my GOD please sing while cooking me dinner tonight, thanks.
I remember that song as “the Enjolie” jingle.
And if the east side has TCBY, I may have to move there.
Have you seen Stepford Wives yet? Sounds kinda suspicious! LOL
“Stepford Wives” killed me! I can’t even tell you how many times I cringed just from seeing a woman smile. Very eerie. Two thumbs up.
My fiane’ cleans in his work clothes all the time. What annoys me more the the fact that he does it, is that he can do it without getting ANYTHING on himself. Me? I so much as look at the sink and I’ve got water all down the front of my clothes.
wait, there’s a TBCY in the city? where?
86th & York
I SO don’t know that song.
I had a blast, prim dress and all, just made it more fun.
kiss.