We got a call from Mr. Wonderful's Mother Friday night asking us if she and her significant other could spend the night. Not that they want to visit with us (me) they have to catch an early flight out of The Greater Peoria Airport early Sunday morning for Vegas, and since we live much closer to the airport than they do, it would be more convenient. Of course... instead of a two hour drive to arrive at the airport at 6:00 am...stay at our house! No problemo!
So, Saturday I felt like I was part of the housekeeping crew at the Flamingo Hilton. I'm toting around all my cleaning supplies. Windex, Clorox cleaner, comet cleanser, pledge, Lysol wipes, Mr. Clean erasers (love those suckers!), Murphy's Oil, pine sol, scrubbing bubbles, toilet brushes, swiffer dusters, rags, sponges, mops,my vacuums...the swiffer vac, swivel sweeper, dust buster, electric broom and the phantom vac!
I have to do laundry, change the sheets on the beds, fluff pillows, and then make the beds and don't forget to leave a mint on the pillow! Make sure all five of the bathrooms are sanitized and have new soap in each one of them still in the wrapper. The toilet paper folded so everybody knows the bathroom has been cleaned and inspected by the management.
Scrub, mop, polish floors, wash windows, vacuum, clean, dust... It's Saturday and I'm supposed to have the day off!
After my chores are done, the house is spotless... I need to clean myself which is going to require me getting out the power washer because I'm filthy dirty by now!
They not only arrived on time but an hour early! That's okay because I was ready, well, with the exception that my fingernails weren't polished, but that shows how hard I work around here.
In appreciation of letting them stay at our "Inn" they insist they take us out for dinner. Since we are new to the area, we have no clue where to eat. The only place we have been to around here is a little saloon type establishment that has kick ass food! I think it's one of the only few places around that still have a smoking section. Yep, that's right "smokers" you can go there eat, have a couple of brews, and have a cigarette!
Well, I'm not dressed to go out to a fancy restaurant and either are they. I don't think they would appreciate the saloon atmosphere so Mr. Wonderful suggests this home cooking cafe that every time we go by there, the parking lot is always crowed so that must mean the food is good! It's decided, that's where we're going!
We took separate cars so that we could puff about 20 smokes in about 5 minute's because it will probably be an hour before we can have another one! We get there and sure enough, the parking lot is full! It's a family restaurant because there was nothing but families in there. Kids galore, running around free...I felt like I was in Chuckie Cheese! No games though and our waitress didn't resemble a huge mouse!
The kind waitress handed us the menu's and asked if she could bring us our drinks...Sure because by this time, I am really thirsty! And, it's 5:00! Ummm...they sell no liquor...no beer, no wine, no nothing! Oh, but we can have freshly brewed coffee! Hmmmm....
It comes time to order, and I am always the last one to tell the waitress what I want, that is after she has approached out table 20 times, and asks if we are ready yet. I had my mind up immediately. Mr. Wonderful ordered the Deluxe Hamburger, M' in law ordered the beef sandwich and her Sig other ordered the beef dinner. Then it comes around to me, and I look proudly at the waitress as I hand her my menu and announce I will have the grilled cheese sandwich, and instead of potato chips can I have mashed potatoes? No problem and she swiftly headed back to the kitchen to place our order.
The conversation at the table begins...what are you doing ordering a grilled cheese for? Because I like grilled cheese. Why didn't you order a burger? Because I wanted a grilled cheese. The beef sounds good! So does the grilled cheese! You know you could have had fish! I know and I could have had peanut butter and jelly but I wanted grilled cheese! Nobody eats mashed potatoes with sandwiches let alone with grilled cheese. I wanted mashed potatoes with my grilled cheese sandwich! It got to the point that I asked the waitress if ordering a grilled cheese with mashed potatoes was unusual and she said no...a lot of people order it! So there! I'm not as weird as some make me out to be...Okay, maybe I am.
The food comes, the beef looked like liver and Mr. Wonderful's hamburger deluxe was actually a bacon cheese burger with, onion, mushrooms...all the things he hates, and there wasn't any lettuce or tomato. My grilled cheese was indeed grilled cheese and the potatoes were definitely mashed! I was happy! Cuz you know, no chef can screw up a grilled cheese sandwich or mashed potatoes!
We headed back here to the house and sat around just talking the rest of the evening and the main topic was...where do our guest sleep? I suggested the master bedroom because hey, we didn't get out to Mattress World to pick up a king size sealy posterpedic so the only really comfortable accommodation was our bed! After hours of debating, contemplating, negotiating, drinking, they finally decided, or maybe just wanted to shut me up, they would sleep in our bed. Whew! That was easy! Ya think I earned any brownie points for that one?
So, like the good Bell Hop, I guided our guests to the master suite to show them where they will be laying their head for the night. Here's the switches for the lights, here's the switch for the fan, here's the switch for the light on the fan, here's the controller for the TV, here's the controller for the TV controller, here's the bathrooms, here's hers and here's his.
Mr. Wonderful and I are going to more or less camp out in the basement...him and the dog on the futon, and me on the couch. We stayed up later than usual only because we loss some drinking time (remember the restaurant?) and of course we (me) didn't want to look like lushes in front of our guests (M'Inlaw) I had to make sure I didn't get diarrhea of the mouth, and everyone knows lamp shades are just so not fashionable now.
I am sitting on the couch almost ready for bed, Mr. W. is on the futon, and the dog is torn between where he's going to sleep... I'm thinking...please say futon! All of a sudden we hear a crash upstairs, and I'm thinking, what the...Mr. Wonderful says, don't worry...it was just the toilet seat, and immediately following we hear the sound of water, like friggin' Niagara Falls!
I think I got a good night sleep considering I am sharing a sofa with a 120 pound dog at my feet, and I'm in a fetal position most of the night, trying to get at least an inch of blanket to cover my cold body!
By the time we actually got up, the In laws had departed...okay, they left a lot earlier than we got up, but they insisted we not get up and make a big deal about them leaving.
Mr. Wonderful and I both have our morning cup of "gotta wake up"extra strength coffee, and I have to go into my bathroom...this is where I say again, what the .....Bathroom is clean except there's a string hanging, or what I thought was a string...I carefully lift up the seat and ummm...my toilet seat is cracked! Yep, we heard it the night before, but who knew it would actually break?
And then the dog has to check it out...
I think The Big Boy thought he did it...it's almost like he's saying, Honest, it wasn't me!
The good thing about the broken toilet seat is I get to buy a new one. And everyone knows, I love to shop!
It ended up a nice visit...hey when I can end up buying something new, it's nice!
2 comments:
One of my husband's friends always orders grilled cheese when we go out. Most of the time he has to order it off the kid's menu because they don't have it on the adults. Except for the missed drinking time, it sounded tolerable.
I like to cook, well...sometimes, and grilled cheese is something I just don't make at home for myself and Mr. Wonderful won't eat them. When my son was home, living with me, we could live on them, and mac and cheese...those days are since gone...
Yeah, no booze at a family restaurant? Families drive you to drink!
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