Wine O'clock

Lawd, lawd, lawd. Susan is coming to town tomorrow! Chick weekend is a go, and Joe will be our assistant...payback for man weekend - remember when I had to call the ER and the jail to try to find him? Yeah. However, there will only be select times that he can actually stay in our presence. Don't worry. Being the good wife that I am, I've set him up with some manly stuff to do...outside...it's called 'yard work.' :-)

But yeah, I'm pumped. The house is clean, and the guest room is sealed off from the dogs. They were bathed over the weekend and given their frontline this evening (our timing got off when Dex brought a flee home from the vet last month - damn it). We'll all be polished and putting our best foot forward for our house guest. It's always good to have company, as it puts that extra oomph of foot in the ass to get stuff done. I mean I finally sat down and rigged the best possible way to hide the stereo speaker wires that were repeatedly tripping up the dogs and me (Joe was supposed to do it). Except for about a foot of wire (which is at least no longer where people walk), I managed to run the stuff under furniture and a rug. For the wires that run along the wall, I took a plastic wallpaper smoother and jammed them down between the carpet and the base boards. It's now (mostly) invisible, and I am LOVING myself for it. Susan will also love the absence of falling. Hopefully the sound quality isn't compromised by the squishing of the wires, though I'm sure it's not as bad as when I'd accidentally vacuum them up either.

Shit, I don't really have anything else. It's bedtime anyway.