Yesterday I had an awful stinky day... you know, the kind of day you wish you could just yell I want a start over... and you can... and everything falls nicely into place so I really had to iron otherwise I would be relegated to wearing hubby's clothes... (I haven't ironed since I was sick) although I have been wearing clothes I haven't worn in years because of my weight loss... but I ran out of those too... I ironed for three hours… three hours... and my house had clothes hung from every cabinet and doorknob... so hubby invites our new neighbors in to see his new bathrooms... my bed is loaded with clothes... the kitchen counters, the tables in the living room... well... you get the idea… Hubby came through the door first so I was going to bean him with the iron and pretend I thought he was a burglar, but he was too quick for me... The couple seemed nice but I was so embarrassed I could hardly keep up my end of the conversation... then... then... hubby says, "who would like a drink or a nice glass of wine?" Can you just imagine? And anyway I had on old jeans and a ripped sweatshirt of his... and now I'm entertaining... What’s with these men... to make a very boring story more boring... they stayed until 10:00 p.m. until her hubby was drunk as a skunk... we ordered pizza at some point, and I finished clearing up all the clothes etc. about 11:30 yea, yea, I know, in the scheme of things it's not so bad... but I even missed American Idol... now that's tragic... Anyway... I have been clearing away and dusting all morning and just as I was going to jump into the shower I asked hubby if he would like to invite them over again... now that the house looks normal, and I am on my way to looking half decent and he replied..."No, I don't think so... did you notice how much he drank? And she is really boring"... now where did I put that iron?