Sunday, January 13, 2008

Think my house hotel meh

A distant relative was over the other night. Really no idea who the heck he is, except that he's somewhat related to hubby's side of the family. Since it was late and also raining hard, he put the night up at our guest room. Damn, so much to do just to ensure he has a clean bed to sleep on. You know, that room's hardly used and it has lots and lots of boxes inside. Just imagine the amount of clearing i had to do at the very last minute in the middle of the night. Throwing things, wiping furniture and changing sheets. And the first thing in the morning, hoh. I can hear him complaining about the room from the kitchen. Niamah... think what. It's the Branson hotels here issit.

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