I ate dinner at the batchelor's pad tonight

DH invited me over to his apartment to have some lamb. Having nothing better than some probably tired hamburger in the fridge, I went.

Oh my.

I knew things were pretty grody over there, but I was not prepared. It was rank nasty. We had to wait for the lamb to cook, and there's only so much of "Scrubs" I can stand, so I started picking up the DS's dirty clothes. Then, I went to his bedroom, that DD had originally claimed, but then she never stays over. Poor DS was sleeping onthe couch, rather than the mattress on the floor. So, I gathered up her stuff and put it to the side so thatDS could at least get in the room. Picking up all that stuff made me look at the floor.

Big mistake. It, too, was nasty/gross. I called DS to come move the mattress so I could get the sheetsw out from between the mattress and the wall. He was his usual 'yes m'am, momma; what can I do for you" guy (ie, he whined and moaned like I'd asked him to dig his own grave). But we were saved by the bell...the dinner bell.

The lamb was quite delicious and afterwards, I made DS load the dishwasher, then I asked where was my vacuum cleaner (when DH moved out, I gave him the downstairs vacuum, a huge sacrifice on my part, because I hate lugging the Kirby up and down stairs, and the cannister got the surface dirt off the wine colored carped in the den much better anyway.).

At that point, my darling child grabbed my coat and purse and thanked me for coming.

To tell you the truth, there was no well in hell I was going to vacuum that place anyway, but it was funny.