We have family coming to visit in about...oh, NOW. Family who have never actually been to our house, live and in person, since we moved here almost five years ago. Which means I have spent the last five hours FRANTICALLY trying to clean and organize everything so it actually looks like we've lived here for five years. Instead of...five hours. It's your lucky day, unlabeled box of mystery that we never unpacked because clearly your contents were never missed! You're finally getting unpacked moved to an out-of-the-way spot in the basement!
They have a three-and-a-half year old little girl. So that's four children, all five years old and younger. Here. In the house that I am now questioning cleaning up in the first place. WELCOME TO HELL, NOW WITH 25% MORE PRINCESS CRAP.
Even the dog got all fancied up for the occasion. By which I mean bathed.
WATER MAKES IMPOSSIBLY TINY LEGS MOAR IMPOSSIBLY TINY
I HAZ NO IDEA WAT JUST HAPPEND
Anyway, I better go take out the last of the trash and re-check that the liquor cabinet is stocked locked.