semicynical

I'll get there someday. When guest who aren't familiar with how extreme my mess gets are due to come over, I do a mad scramble in the last 10 minutes before they arrive to make my part of the house look as if somebody sane & adult lives here. When such guests are late (or when I've made a mistake about what time/day/week/year to expect them) I tend not to stop the mad scramble 'til they arrive or I fall asleep. Then the place starts to look almost habitable.

If I invite a stranger over soon so that there's a clear path to my bedroom... wanna come over & play? What if it's a realy cute stranger?

Well, sir. I think I just might. A clear path to a cute stranger sounds pretty darn good to me.