Tomorrow at approximately TWELVE HUNDRED HOURS we'll be arriving at the airport to pick up Bean's Nana and Poppa, my Mom and Dad, who're flying up here all the way from South Cackalacky, my native land. They'll be here viz'tin' us for a week. (No, that's NOT my teeth chattering. It IS NOT. What twitch? NO. I have something in my eye for Pete's sake!) (Oh, I'm kidding, MOTHER!) We've been polishing and cleaning and scrubbing and dabbing at little bits of scuzz we've discovered stuck on the shiny surfaces with spitty fingertips for three days now... I don't suppose it surprises any of you that in the days leading up to a visit from my mother, I morph from the mild-mannered if slightly muddle-headed Megan to a maniacally-cleaning-and-fretting nut-job. We all do that. We do too. Yes, we do!
My Dad's coming too. Would you believe that here I am less than a month shy of 40 years old, been out of my parents house for nearly 20 years, and this is the FIRST TIME my Dad will be actually bunking up under MY roof? Is that some kinda record? My neighbor, friend and hairdresser's Dad LIVES with her. Right there in her house. With her. OH. MY. GRANNY! Whenever I ask her how that's going, she just sorta puts up a hand, turns her head away, closes her eyes, and sputters.
Not exactly a ringing endorsement for sharing the homestead with the paternal unit.
I'm a little skeert.
But let me get back to why I'm sharing this oh-so-vital nugget of information. I just long for you to know and understand what's going on here at FriedOkra Manor for the next several days, so that should you find yourself growing restless and bored with the upcoming week's worth of bloggy offerings, you will apply leniency as you toy with the idea of deleting me from your blogrolls and feeds and Google Readers, etc.
I'm going to TRY to keep things interesting with a Things About My Mom list and a Snippet here and there, but I may get quiet a day or two because my Mom? Will keep you slap-crazy-busy, people. (You'll get a glimpse of what I mean when you read the list.) SERIOUSLY. So just hang on in there with me and I'll be back full-tilt in a week, okay? Okay.
And now I have to go Brillo® the inside of the oven door.