Monday, January 2, 2012

#2: Bringing Sexy Back

We have ghosts. And I must be some kind of crazy medium, because the day before we have house guests, I go into a trance-like state, during which I fully believe that my body is taken over by Alice from the Brady Bunch. Trust me, I know how remarkable that is given the fact that Ann B. Davis still lives. Maybe she has a DeLorean. How cool would that be to see Alice* in a DeLorean with Marty and Doc? But I digress...

Somehow I turn into a super maid, and frantically clean my house from top to bottom. This, of course, includes washing our white couch covers, as well as general everyday tasks like vacuuming, dusting and stripping and refinishing kitchen cupboards while Lee attempts to lock himself in his bathroom claiming he has "stomach issues". The last time Lee's family visited was no different.

Do you all remember when Justin Timberlake attended the MTV Video Music Awards in a black suit with white sneakers?

Obviously not the previously mentioned outfit. A complete denim suit overshadows any other outfit - ever.

I can only assume that my brother-in-law wanted to be sexy like JT when he showed up to my house in the whitest white sneakers I'd ever laid eyes on. They were so white, they glowed like the horrible LED lights my dad insists on putting on the Christmas tree every year. And when I walked out from my bedroom that morning, rubbing sleep from my eyes and panicking about coffee, tea, and egg casseroles, I was greeted by those ridiculous sneakers sitting on the cushions of my beautiful white couch.

He didn't want to get them dirty. 

Go ahead, be gone with it.

*Lee just pointed out that it would be Alice's ghost in the DeLorean with Marty and Doc Brown. I told him to take his flux capacitor and shove it.