Parents are Funny

So my dad was in town last night...

Funny things happen when my parents come to town. Turns out I rediscover how to actually clean things...well, not exactly when they're around, more the day or so leading up their arrival. Somehow I don't want to let them think that I live on some kind of squalor (not true anyway....but parental-level clean is different than what a single guy considers clean...) so I turn into some kind of otherworldly cleaning demon, to the point I literally asked Greg "not to make a mess" Monday night. I didn't, however, break my promise of not using the disclaimer "at the risk of sounding gay"....but I'm pretty sure it was implied.

I even cleaned our bathroom....which, if I'm totally honest with myself may not have been cleaned since Greg moved in. Yes, that was in October....don't judge me!

Anyhoo...my dad comes by, and one of the first things he says was that he was going to bring a case of beer, but at the Beer Store he went to, all the Keith's was warm! So he did not bring beer. This presented a problem, as we tend not to keep much beer in the house these days (see previous wine-related/lack of self control posts) and this particular evening, we had none. And what do two Gomme men do when confronted with an evening together and no beer? We went to a different Beer Store. Problem solved.

This isn't rocket science, I know...but sometimes I like to know that I didn't end up like this by accident... ;)