WOULD THIS FACE LIE?
I know you can’t see it. But my face totally doesn’t look like a face that would lie.
I mean, it would lie, of course, and does with alarming regularity — but you’d never know it to look at me.
I think the cleaning lady is starting to be hip to me.
A few weeks ago, my mom and my aunt arranged for this lady to come once a week to clean up my messes. (And, no I don’t know exactly when I turned into this woman with a car and a coop and a lady that cleans up her messes, but here I am.)
However, while she comes once a week to clean up my messes, turns out I make messes every day! Sometimes twice or three times a day…certainly everytime I go into the kicthen (which, thank the lord, is finally finished.)
But, since I am a frugal bastard and lazy as all get out, I figure I can leave the mess. After all, a lady is coming…in six days…or four days…TOMORROW!
But when she comes, and sees days’ worth of dishes and trash and grime and strewn paper…I panic.
“Oh, big party last night.”
The grill still all sooty from my barbecue…”uhh…yeah, decided to fire it up yesterday.”
Apparently every Wednesday is mardi gras in the Summers’ apartment!
Of course, as I slink out the door and hear her picking up the mail, I wonder if she suspects the truth…
Nah…just look at this face!