Felix Invades My Space.

Last Friday, at 9:30 PM, we got a call from USMCMan's cousin telling us he was going to be 'in the area' and wanted to come see us on Saturday. TRANSLATION: I'm driving south to Florida from New York and need a place to crash and mooch for two nights.

Grrr.

The cousin, I'll call him FELIX, after Felix Unger from the Odd Couple, is an odd bird. He is almost 50, has never been maried, and is highly anal-retentive about cleanliness (hence, the Felix nickname). This fussiness is probably a big part of why he has never been married. Of course, since we had to say 'yes', that meant that I was in a whirlwind of cleaning on Saturday because when Felix comes to stay, everything is under the microscope. It means a lot of extra cleaning.

So Felix shows up--LATE--and wants to whine and moan about his life (no current job, rejected application at UofM grad school, girlfriend is 'needy'). USMCMan and I are just thinking, "Shut up so we can watch our movie!" Of course, he didn't. So much for renting a movie. Essentially, the whole weekend was wasted entertaining and feeding and touring Felix around.

Did I mention that Felix SNORED ALL NIGHT?!?!?

The only good thing about Felix is that he's like a really clever serial killer-- he leaves no trace. The bed was completely stripped made up with clean sheets when he left, the bathroom was spotless, the tub was wiped down. Mr. Anal.

I was still glad when he left on Monday morning.