Growing up my parents would always say there was a phantom that lived in the house whose name was "Not Me."
"It was Not Me" I would claim whenever things would go missing or mysteriously break... Considering I am an only child, a strange phantom child who wreaked havoc upon our household was the only LOGICAL explanation.
So thanks to MckMama, I'm able to tattle-tale on Not Me once again....
Here we go!
I certainly did not wait until an hour before an expected visitor arrived at my home to begin cleaning frantically all over my downstairs.
The upstairs living area is in No Way completely closed off to all guests because of its tremendous mess and dirt and chaos.
I totally did NOT forget to peel off the wallpaper in my bathroom that read "Looking for a good time? Call Flora Nemetz... Lord knows everyone else has!" before my IN-LAWS paid us a timely visit on Saturday. That would never ever have happened.
And finally... I did not
purposefully forget to mention to my parents that we got a cat because I didn't want to hear all 4 of them nag at how dirty, expensive, needy being a pet owner could be. I would NEVER be so sneaky!
Well there you have it... Poor Not Me has struck again!