Your Special Guest

Things in the M.O.T. household are still in a bit of upheaval. We've moved into our "new" house. The problem is we kept our lease at the old place for a period of time after our move date, causing us to put off taking over all the miscellaneous crap that you don't really need, but have around, "just in case." So we've spent the last two weeks taking over a soap dish here, a bag of laundry there, a lamp, the silverware tray. It seemed like a good idea at first because we now have 90% of our stuff already unpacked at the "new" place, but the downside is we've made a zillion little trips with the car piled to the rafters with our shit and I'm really, damn tired of schlepping my shit around. If there was a movie about our move, it would be called: Lazy Man's Burden: The Move: The Movie.

Anyway, I came here to say I have nothing to say. But my good friend Toasty asked me to fill in for her as a guest blogger, and since that is the closest I've ever gotten to being asked to write for pay (it's the same, minus the pay part!), I am truly honored by this request. Unfortunately, I was struck with writers block and couldn't come up with anything witty to say. I guess it's better than nothing, which MY blog has been filled with for weeks now.... no wonder the rugs around here stink!

Here's my guest post:

Hi Everyone! Before you get excited for an update from your beloved Toasty, it's just me, Bonnie M.O.T. Most of you probably don't know me, but I am a friend of Toasty, whom she was foolish enough to honor with the request of a guest blog post. She cared enough about her dear readers (YOU!) to have me come by and fill in for her so you didn't get bored in her absence, kind of like a dog sitter.

Except when you're a dog sitter you don't have to come up with anything to say.

So this morning I was making the coffee trying to come up with something to say to entertain all of Toasty's witty and intellectual readers, and I thought to myself, "Why am I ALWAYS the one who makes the coffee around here?" I think this to myself pretty much every morning. Sometimes I even ask the question aloud.

To which my husband replies, "because you're an addict."

I'm the addict!? Well, he drinks the stuff too! And he's the one who always whimpers and whines about his mid-afternoon headaches if he doesn't have enough caffeine. So who's the addict here?

And as I'm thinking all this, my husband is hovering in front of me, his empty cup poised for the brown stuff before the brew is even done... And that is when it dawned on me: my husband is a moocher. He's that guy in college who showed up at parties and drank everyone else's beer, the guy who was always stoned but never once purchased weed. This is the guy who cannot be found before noon without a coffee cup in his hand, yet it never occurs to him to brew a pot himself?

Of course when he finds me in the kitchen cleaning out yesterday's grinds, he's all "Oh I was just about to do that!" Uh, yeah. Right. I must be psychic because every time I decide to empty the dishwasher, make coffee or put the laundry away, he was always "just about to do that." hmmm

Anyway, I never did come up with anything to write in my guest blog entry. But I didn't want to leave Toasty's blog unattended and have Toasty come home to find that you've peed on the rug or chewed up the ottoman. Have a good weekend everyone!