It's 9:30 Saturday morning here. I have been at home alone since Tuesday, when my husband left for a business trip. He is due home on a flight that arrives at 10:20. We live close to the airport so he could be home as early as 10:45. That means I have a little over an hour to get the house in shape.
Remember The Odd Couple? I liked the movie and I liked the TV show even more (it was a bit more light-hearted and I like Tony Randall. Not that I don't like Jack Lemmon but he had more of an edge... anyway, I digress.) Every time I hear the theme song it makes me laugh. (I will post it here some day if I ever get YouTube to work.)
We live in a version of The Odd Couple. My husband is the Felix character and I am the Oscar character. Maybe I am not quite the slob that Oscar was, but I am pretty relaxed about things. My husband, on the other hand, is one of those "white glove" guys. When he is due home I feel I have to prepare for "inspection". Oh no, don't get the wrong idea; he doesn't do a formal inspection. He is a bit more "PC" than that. But he does notice; and I notice that he notices.
So for the next hour or so I will be sprucing up the house. (Unless his flight is early; in spite of the recent trend of delayed flights, his are usually either on-time or early... go figure!)