Nothing to wear

The fridge and freezer are empty, the washing basket is overflowing and nothing is ironed.  You know what that means….mom’s been in Durban for 2 weeks.  Not to worry, she’s back tomorrow.  Time for the old girl to get back to work.  Jeez I hope she doesn’t read this.  (Mom, most of what is written here is for comedic value).  When I find the Property and To Let sections of the Argus on my bed I will know why.

No but seriously, been chatting to a friend who also lives at home (although they are 8 ) and we agreed that its just not worth leaving.  Having had the last 2 weeks of the house to myself I was planning on wild parties and sleep overs…not that it happened, but had it I would have traded it all in for a nice fresh towel, a change of bed linen and someone to pick up all the cardboard tubes from empty toilet rolls in the bathroom, and maybe put some new rolls in while they are about it.  Im quite sure that I would take a life of celibacy over having to do my own ironing anyday.

So the post box is emptied, the garden is watered (some of the smaller pot plants in the harder to reach places aren’t looking so hot), and a gazillion tupperware tubs have been washed.  House is just about ready for parents return.

So sitting in my underwear wondering what to wear tonight.  I suppose I could wear something creased or something dirty or something creased and dirty.  Been rummaging through the cupboard for half an hour, found an old karate suit…could wear that.  Mmmm something tells me no wild parties or sleep over guests tonight.