You know, I like being an adult. While childhood consisted of alternating states of boredom and anxiety, adulthood's been a blast. You get to eat the food you like, read the books you like, and go to bed when you want to. And then there's being able to drive, and drink, and have sex (not neccessarily in that order, but usually so). Sure, there are adult responsibilities, but they're not so bad. I mean, my job is fun, and I only have to pay bills once a month.
The one thing I can't seem to get a handle on is housecleaning. Pretty much the only time the place gets as clean and neat as I'd like it be all the time is about three hours before a dinner party. Because, you know, I wouldn't want my friends to see what a slob I actually am. Their homes always look so nice and neat when I'm visiting.
But, are they doing the same whirlwind of cleaning right before I drop by?