“Do we have any plans tonight?”
“We could get dinner or catch a movie.”
“By the way, my parents are coming tomorrow.”
“Gah! Scratch that, we’re cleaning!”
-C. and J.
Future parents-in-law coming to see the flat where their son will be living once he marries me = mad dash to scrub bathroom, wipe down kitchen, throw multiple lemons down (our incomprehensibly aggravating) garbage disposal, make bed, stash Victoria Secret bags/boxes and issues of Cosmo from scandalous friends (seriously, people, are you trying to get me killed?!) , and spray whole house with happy, fresh apple scent. All for half an hour of sitting in our living room making small talk. And since I have NO food in the place (thank goodness they didn’t look in the FRIDGE!) I had to wait until today to buy myself a post-parental Cafe Rio Tres Leches cake!
I have no idea why I’m so terrified of his parents, they are some of the world’s nicest people! I think I’m afraid that they’ll find out that I’m not very nice myself…