Twinkle: I Really AM Grateful...

...that my in-laws watched my house/pets for a week and a half while the Twinkle Family wined and cheesed our way through the upper eastern peninsula of Wisconsin. I know that letting someone's dog out several times a day and taking it upon oneself to keep someone's heirloom tomatoes alive are no small undertakings. It kept me from having to ask my friends, after all, and for that I must salute them. 

But here's the thing. I left the house a certain way. For a certain reason. To be specific, I left the washing machine door open because if you don't, it mildews. And I left the bedroom doors closed, because Kitty K-Fed likes to throw raucous ghetto parties in my house while I'm gone, and the last thing I want to think about when I get home from vacay at 1 a.m. is scrubbing cat barf out of damask. All the time I was away, when I thought about my home and wondered what was going on there, and whether or not my cat had "b*tches in the living room, gettin' it on," I was comforted in knowing that it least they weren't going at it on on my bedspread.

When I returned home...the bedroom doors were open wide...even, bizarrely, the guest room door, which always stays closed (I like to keep it in pristine condition, just in case). Now, all plant and pet paraphernalia were downstairs, so they really didn't need to come upstairs at all. Now, I (sort of) understand the temptation to snoop, although I would feel weird doing it...but if you're going to snoop, at least pay enough attention to return the house to its pre-snooping state! As for the washing machine door--I didn't leave it open because I'm a slacker or because I don't take care of my things. I left it open because I'm not and I do. So please just leave it the way it was and don't ask questions.

They also took care of calling a plumber to install a gas line to our new grill (we had all sorts of trouble nailing down a particularly flaky plumber the week before we left), so they took the liberty of finding someone and having him install the grill without consulting us about where we wanted it. I came home to my porch furniture pushed all around and my formerly pleasant configuration permanently interrupted.

That said, the dog is alive, and so are my tomatoes.