Friday, November 23, 2007

Relations

Bad news – the next invasion of relatives are on their way. They are not due until February, but due to the nature of the people coming, battle-plans are being drawn up now.

I think I will need to get my sofa reupholstered, and paint! I need paint! And am thinking of asking my cleaner to draft in every relative she has from the islands (probably thousands, knowing how these types like to pop the babies out) to start cleaning. A single mote of dust is enough to provoke Herr Relative's disdainful smirk. Am beginning to think it may be easier to just buy a new house.

Good lord – forget the house, I'll need to send the islanders out to give the entire city a polish up.

4 comments:

Miss Prozac said...

Give them some of those party pills you've been squirreling away and they'll never notice the state of the house.

Mrs Smith said...

Herr Relative doesn't even drink, so the pills might make her head fly off, which, now I think about it, could be just what she needs. Good plan.

laughykate said...

Don't drink? Can you organise them to be thrown under the nearest bus ?

Drewcifer said...

Don't Drink?!?!?!?! what are they? Amish? One has to wonder how one soo well versed in liquor could become entangled with such neophites...