hoping, and praying, and wishing

operation cleanup: tmr, 1 pm
target: my crummy pigsty

thank goodness goof's coming over to help
sure he might be a little fazed by the inconceivable clutter and disarray
there'd be loads of secrets and stuff to stash away beforehand
and hands off my wardrobe and undies and bras etc
but he's damn handy with broom/cloth+jif/bare hands for catching roaches
it's true, and i can verify that cos i've seen him in action :)
i love it when his brows are furrowed in serious concentration
lips pursed while staring intently at his task
flexing his arms wiping dust off some dirty shelves or window
as perspiration beads over his bared shoulders.
yesh i find guys doing manual labour very sexy.
and i should be a romance writer.

and yesh he will officially meet my mum.
i'm freaking over that.
i pray she doesn't yell or scream at me or say anything embarrassing.
i don't think i can live it down or even manage a weak smile.
i just want everything to go so perfectly
that she will like him and vice versa.
best, impress the socks off her.
argggghhh.
oh and that we won't bump into my dad.
it's just too complicated for one day.

i'm dreading the meeting,
but at the same time i can't wait for my room to be neat again.
it'd be fun to battle dust, roaches and all with goof :)
esp when he'd be doing most of the work
while i'll be just "eeee..."-ing away.