Wet, wet, wet...

There are so often days where you need everything to smoothly, usually because

1. It's your day off and you plan on doing as little as possible while you enjoy it, considering you work weird hours for six out of every seven days;
2. Your FD class-mates are coming over for a braai;
3. You're just plain tired or lazy; or
4. You just want a day of doing little or nothing.

In my case, I wanted #'s 1. and 4., even knowing and planning on # 2.  I had a mild case of # 3, but it was minimal.

My plans were shot to shit before 9 pm on Wednesday night.  The whole day my mother and brother were at home.  As my mother teaches and Little Man worked the night shift at the restaurant, so one would hope my brother would have decided, out of the goodness of his heart, to keep a hold on the (very) few dishes made up during the day.

Nothing doing.

So Amma makes the announcement (in the form of a question):  "Who's doing the dishes?"  Dead silence.  I give a sielent "fukkit" and say, "I suppose I'll have to."  Right there someone else was suppose to jump in and say, "No, I'll help."  Bitches.  I got no such support.  I then decided I'd do it in the morning.

Then another mombshell gets dropped:  "You'll vacuum for me in the morning again, won't you?"  Just like that.

Can you tell yet that my mood improved astronimically right then and there?  No?  Don't worry, you didn't miss it, my mood actually went through the floorboards.

So, my original plan of only doing my laundry and vegetating a bit, as I would have LOVED to do on my day off, got shattered.

Long and short, I get up the next morning, put my laundry in the washer and decided to take a few minutes to wake up, so I put on a cartoon, Amma and Chechi leave to go looking for a dress for the Matric farewell, and the kitchen is sudddenly filled with a loud splashing noise, like the drum was filling.

Except I hadn't opened the washer since I dropped my clothes and washing powder in.

I run in to investigate and almost slip my gat af.  The effing drainage pipe had (once again - it happened to Chechi about a month ago) and flooded the kitchen floor.

Whatever inkling of a mood the cartoon had sparked died and took its descendants with it in that instant.  But, I kept my cool, grabbed whatever towels I could find and dried up the floor lickety-split.

I love swimming, but I think I'll avoid the pool for a little while.

Afterwards I still got all my washing done, I got the towels washed, I vacuumed the house, did the bedamned dishes and managed to get a few minutes of vegetating in before the classarrived - all at once.  Something about a fire down Blaauwberg way...

We had an immensely good time!  We had a braai (which The Mory was more than kind enough to do for us - I even told him to tell me when he wants me to take over), potato salad (made by the lustrous Lord Zedd), a Peppermint Fridge tart (kindly and deliciously made by Esme) and little flatbreads that I made based off of a pita bread recipe.  There were even enough left over that I managed to bring some to the shop for lunch today - stuffed with braaied chicken (when I found some I could actually cut open) and boerewors.  The Straight Boy took over braaiing the boerewors on a smaller grill, and we all thank him so much for that.  We watched some class-related material and man, all I can say is that I enjoyed it so much!  Besides the fact that the two films were the reason for the braai, the material was interesting and so well-put.  The models in the second film provided us with a good giggle, but SOMEONE had to play those roles (^_^).  Thank you, Raymond, for the material you put together.

To end off, a special "thank you" goes out to The Stylist for the trims and colours he handed out yesterday - we all look good, and he got rewarded for his skill.  It's more than worth it!

Blessings, my lovelies!

P.S.:  I'm still working on the hefty post - watch this space, and get ready to tighten those knickers!  <Hee hee...!>