Home is where the pants are

I'm officially tired of housesitting. I want my own bed back, not to mention clothing other than the suitcase-full I took with me. Also, I still can't find a broom, and I'm not entirely sure how to get the cat litter off the floor. Plus I'm really busy this weekend, and it would all be much easier if I weren't going back and forth between two places. I just have to make it until Monday, though, and Squishy didn't wake me up this morning*, so it's not too painful.

Has anyone done any housesitting? How much cleaning should I be doing? I'm going to clean the bathroom (ie. get the cat litter off the floor somehow, clean my hair out of the sink, that sort of thing) and the kitchen, but should I wash the sheets? I'm not really sure there's much point, since I'd have to use them again after I washed them, but I'm not sure. What would you expect if someone were staying at your place?

Speaking of cleaning, I'm having belated spring cleaning urges. I attribute this to the fact that I'm not at home, and therefore have no responsibility to act on them. I'm sure by the time I get home for good, any inclination I have to dust will have faded away, to be replaced by the urge to sit and do nothing.

*Actually she did, if you count 2:30 am as morning, but it was a nice change from the normal 5 am wake-up call, other than the fact that for a few minutes I thought that meant I was going to have to get up soon, and I couldn't figure out why it felt like I had just gone to bed.

They make it sound like a track meet! Gross!

Someone stole our brilliant idea! vestra and I have long planned to convert our favourite bad movie, Grease 2, into a stage musical (taking out the lame slow song sung by Michael, of course). It was going to be amazing, and would catapult us to Broadway stardom.

And now someone else has come along with the same idea, although I think they've taken a bit more of the material out, since it appears to only be an hour long or so. Still, Cool Rider! Do It For Our Country! Reproduction! It's gold, baby.

Anyway, we're going tonight. Personally, I think they should comp us in, because how could they possibly have more appreciative audience members?

Other than that, my weekend plans include pre-show dinner with vestra and sarcasma, going to the gym, cleaning not-my-house, a bellydance show that's bound to be fabulous, and a day full of roller coasters, aka Canada's Wonderland. Hopefully it won't rain. Although that way we can go on the splashy rides without worrying about getting wet!

I wish you all a lovely, fun-filled, good-for-the-soul few days!