Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Well, Nevermind

Yesterday I told you about my assumption that Frenemy Neighbor had straightened my living room when she came in to check on my house. It didn't seem that crazy to think that--it's the kind of thing I might do. So today FN and I were exchanging texts about getting the girls together. I had written to her to tell her we were back, and I said, "Thank you for straightening up the living room! You didn't have to do that." And she texted back:
I don't move people's things around--just in case something is in a spot for a reason, unless I'm asked or tell that I did.
Okay then. So I either misremembered how cluttered we left the house, or there really is a Good Fairy of Tidying. But I guess this means I don't owe Frenemy Neighbor a cake.

17 comments:

Coffee with Cathy said...

Oh, how funny! I want a straightening-up fairy, too.

Coffee with Cathy said...

And my word verification was "fringier." I always get the best words at your blog, Becky!

bsouth said...

Wow, I hope you give that Good Fairy of Tidying a huge honey cake.

The Dental Maven said...

Y'know. When I read that bit about frenenemy tidying up---I HAD MY DOUBTS!!!!!

Michele said...

You have cleaning elves!!! That is so exciting. Send them this way please.

fraught said...

Maybe she's completely OCD and couldn't restrain herself. And then felt guilty, and is now LYING to you!!

What's with "I don't move people's things around" anyway??? Like you were accusing her of eating your PMS chocolate stash. How about, "Not me - must've been the cleaning fairy"??

Veronica said...

I wasn't going to comment, but my word verification is "squid"--so I have to say: maybe you have a cleaning squid?

Becky said...

Squid, fairy, I'll take it.

And I know, Fraught, it seemed a little insistent to me. But that's a day in the life of knowing FN. She's still mastering most forms of human communication.

I had this whole story in my head of how she tidied, and I convinced myself of it!

A Day That is Dessert said...

I think she did it but was too embarrassed to tell you.

Amy said...

Good on you, Beck--you were believing the best! :)

Hey--didn't y'all get one of those Christmas elves sent to you over the holidays? Maybe it works as a cleaning fairy in the off season.

Sara said...

Well, at least it's a nice switch to question how things got so clean instead of how they got so destroyed. At least that's what happens to me. The answer to the question is usually "Lily."

There's a weird little part of me that would have been disappointed that FN did something so normal and non-passive aggressive. That's awful, I know!

And yes, please don't move all my artfully arranged dishevelment. I meant to do that.

A Lawyer Mom's Musings said...

Umm, Becky, I'm a little scared for you. Because either (1) she's lying (not to mention she was curt when she lied) or (2) that lawn dude did it and is going to send you a housekeeping invoice or (3) well, let's just say option #3 is too scarey to put in words.

missynall said...

I am sooo with fraught's theory!
BTW, saw you at Target today but didn't want you to think I'm now stalking you. :)

Rick Dakan said...

It's pretty clear what happened here:

1) You went to Vanuatu
2) At the top of that volcano you passed through an interdimensional rift
3) When you came back down, you were in an alternate dimension - the one the rest of us have been in our whole lives
4) The only difference between the two dimensions was the clutteredness of your living room

Welcome to our happy home dimension, please enjoy you stay. And won't the alternate Beck and Matt be surprised when they get home to discover a messy living room! Joke's on them!

If you have any further questions, please contact my quantum physicist.

Cassie said...

Holy crap. I think Rick's onto something here. Get me to Vanatu, stat!

Becky said...

Ha ha! The only other difference I've noticed between this dimension and the one from before is that I no longer want to watch any of the shows I had Tivo'd.

What have I become???

Rick Dakan said...

Are you from that other dimension where The Fashion Show on Bravo is called something weird like "Project Runaway?"