Why you don't Pre-write

Earlier today, I wrote this post, but didn't have the time to put it up:

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Please don’t come visit.

Normally, I’m all for having people come over to my house.  I love to be around friends and family, and if I don’t even have to leave my cozy cocoon of a home, all the better.  There’s just something comforting to me about knowing I could go change into sweatpants any time I want, and that I know we have Heinz ketchup and where in the door of the refrigerator to find it.

However, I need to ask something of you.  For the immediately foreseeable future, please don’t come visit me; I’ll visit you.  This is not a brush-off, but really, its not you, its me.  There’s an odor in my house, coming from an indistinguishable source, and full of power.  Seriously, I don’t know where it’s coming from.

It occurs to me that, in light of recent posts and now this mystery stink, no one may want to come visit me anyhow.  But trust me, we cleaned the house this weekend; the whole house.  Like, vacuumed, wiped, washed everything.  Heck, I even invited Mr. Clean to join me in the great refrigerator round-up of ’11.  

There are some fruit rinds in the garbage can, which I’m going to take out here in a minute, and then, everything will be perfectly clean. Once that happens, I’m going to open the windows, turn on the ceiling fans, and light some candles.  Then I might look at my dog and shout, “Lets flush this baby out!  Yeah!”  I might not, but it’s more than likely going to happen.  Probably going to throw a fist pump or two as well.  And then I’ll bow my head and say a quick “please Jesus, make the nasty odor go away,” more out of a goal of praying without ceasing than a hope for a super-natural house cleaning.

Not that I don’t believe God could clean my house with a snap of His fingers, or bring a sweet wind through the place to clear the air; I’m totally on board with God doing anything He desires.  Its just I don’t think He’s aiming to do it all showy like that.  Not that I’m trying to tell him what to do, either.  I’m just sayin’.  If the unexpected happens, I’ll be sure to share it with you.

I’m really not sure why I’m sharing this, other than I like to type, and its better that words come out of it, than just kdowe3jfkndaluf.  I would like to note that I have found that Febreeze and Glade really are a lot more proficient at eliminating air odors than your ordinary run-of-the-mill scenty froo-froo deal.  In case you were wondering.

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And now, what am I doing, but preparing my house for an overnight guest.  Mystery smell is lingering, but I've put quite a hurting on it.  Tomorrow, maybe I'll pre-write a post about how no one leaves me $1 million anymore.  Its worth a shot, right?

Ridiculous,

TFW