The guest is gone. Thank god. Is it just me who thinks a 12-day visit is seven days too many? When I was growing up, we never had people stay at our house longer than one night. One night is a slumber party. Even four nights is a long weekend. Anything over seven and you should get a hotel room. Because if you can't afford seven nights in a hotel, you can't afford to travel. It's a known fact that is the very reason people invented camping.
So is this an English thing? Going to people's houses for forever? Am I having trouble bridging the cultural gap? I need a little help here.
Having people in the house makes me cranky. I just need more space and fresh air. And I so do not need the kind of conversations that make me nearly post rants on my blog. (I wrote one last night, but had to go to beer class before I could edit.) Instead I called the best pal and let her hear it. (Thank you!) Of course, I was also a little perturbed because the dude brought his friend to the airport at 5:30 and was still there at 7:00. When did beer class start? 7:00. His excuse is that he hasn't seen the guy in five years except for the twelve days they just spent together. Maybe I'm just not cut out for having relationships with other people. Sometimes even the dude annoys the crap out of me. And he is so inoffensive.
How ugly will this blog get when my fil and his girlfriend come to stay? Stay tuned!