Before You Invite Me to Your House, Read This

Wherein I explore (and possibly defile) my friend's house while looking for her hidden stash. Isn't this what everyone does? @foxywinepocket

By all outward appearances, Iโ€™m an excellent houseguest. I bring hostess gifts (usually salted chocolate caramels from Shurra’s). Iโ€™m clean and quiet. I even bring my soiled linens (as in used, not peed on or anything) to the laundry room.

But maybe, just maybe, you shouldnโ€™t leave me alone in your house.

My friend Christine from Keeper of the Fruit Loopsย recently invited me to stay at her house the night before we were to attend a conferenceย together. She describes herself as โ€œMartha Stewart and Erma Bombeck with a Roseanne twistโ€ and says that she has โ€œthe organized cabinets and mouth to prove it.โ€

So my immediate response to her invitation was, โ€œOh man. Iโ€™m so gonna fuck with your house. I would LOVE to stay with you!โ€

I arrived at her house planning to completely wreak havoc on itโ€”like, Attorney General with a search warrant at Martha Stewart’s mansion wreak havoc. ย While drinking all of her wine, of course. I had an actual LIST of all the ways I was going to mess with her house. You know, rearrange her pantry and spice rack, mess up her perfectly folded and stacked towels,ย put salt in the sugar bowl, and the like.

When I arrived, Christine made me feel right at home. Her husband courteously brought my suitcase to my room, and she showed me around. In case I had forgotten anything, my gracious hostess had generously set out supplies and snacks for me. She’s obviously been paying attentionโ€”can you see the BACON CHOCOLATE?!?!

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In case you were wondering, the Wi-Fi passcode is not Dove.

As soon as she left me, I dumped the entire basketย in my bag. Natch.

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Donโ€™t worry. I left a thank you.

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The guest room accommodations were perfect. So clean and comfortable. And, apparently the bedding was brand-newโ€”purchased in my honor. (You know she just used me as an excuse to buy something she had been coveting.)

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So I immediately got naked and rolled around with my dickeys.

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Isnโ€™t this what everyone does?

After I snooped throughย every drawer and closet in my room and the guest bathroom got settled in, I joined my host and hostess downstairs for a nightcap. Christine served wine and snacks.

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I chugged the rest of the bottle after they went to bed. Oh, and each of us had individual bowls for our snack crackers.ย OF COURSE WE DID.

It was during our discussion over drinks that I learnedย my host and hostess are both in the medical field. People in the medical field generally have access to some good โ€ฆ uhhh โ€ฆ medicine. I immediately changed my plans from terrorizing Martha Stewartย to looking for the good shit in Dr. House’s apartment.

The next morning while Christine took the kids to school and after her husband left for work, I got down to business. I checked out every cabinet, closet, and secret hiding spot in the house.

I inspected the bathrooms. But the medicine cabinets were beyond disappointing.

There wasnโ€™t even any expensive lotion or dental floss that I could swipe.
There wasnโ€™t even any expensive lotion or dental floss that I could swipe.

I searched through all of the underwear drawers and bedside tables. NO GOOD STUFF.

Not even the legal kind, if you know what I mean. *winks not at all subtly*
Not even the legal or vibrating kind, if you know what I mean. *winks not-at-all subtly*

I did find a shit-ton of knives. Apparently, my host and hostess are serial killers in their spare time.

Who needs this many knives? What kind of medicine are they practicing?
Who needs this many knives? What kind of “medicine” are they practicing?

WHERE WERE THEY HIDING THE GOOD SHIT? I rifled through the attic (and found a single baby shoeโ€”creeeeeepy), the basement,ย and more rooms and drawers and good places to hideย stuff than you can imagine. I didn’t find any type of contraband or embarrassing secret stash of any kind. Not even in this mailbox.ย What?! Donโ€™t you have a mailbox inside your house? Sadly, there was no weed in thereย either.

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I began searching bookcases and walls for entrances to secret passageways and torture chambers. NOTHING. Fortunately, I did find the Scotch cabinet.

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So I sat down and had a drink. I contemplated that maybe, just maybe, she was the perfect homemakerย after all.

I licked the rim. So I just stashed that bottle in my purse because, rim germs.
I licked the rim.ย I like to lick rims.

By this time I was pretty tired and on the verge of giving up my quest so I decided to go take a nap. In the master bed, of course.

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After a quick snooze, I decided to rinse off in the master bathroom and re-think my scheme.

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My plans foiled, I gave up on findingย anything juicy in the house and decided to return to my original ideaย of messing with Christine’s stuff. ‘Cuz that’s always fun.

First,ย I turned all of the toilet paper the wrong way.

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Donโ€™t argue with me. That IS the wrong way. Also, splurge onย some two-ply, Christine.

Then, I removed one battery from eachย of their remotes.

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I even messed with her perfectly aligned pantry.

Christine actually twitched when she came back in the house. It's like she sensed a disturbance in the domestic force.
Christine actually twitched when she came back in the house. It’s like she sensed a disturbance in the domestic force.

But then I got bored andย just drank another bottle ofย wine.

I guess the moral of this story is that if you invite me over to your house, and you’ve read my blog, you better hide your stash off-site. Like the Burkes obviously did.

P.S. I found this purse in her closet. I’m certain she meant to include it in the guest room goodie basket. So I stashed it in my bagย as well.

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25 Responses

  1. Rolling around naked with your dickeys on the top of the bed… Snort laugh complete. Thank you very much.
    (You would have put me over the edge changing the toilet paper!)

  2. I thought that many knives was normal! I’m always buying new ones (yes my family think I have serial killer aspirations).
    If you put my (3 ply) toilet rolls the wrong way round, yes that IS the wrong way, I’d be twitching too, but I agree that admiring your host’s house (snooping) is perfectly acceptable.

  3. If she ever invites you back again, you will know that she is a very good friend. The toilet paper alone would have put me over the top.

    I like her little guest basket. If I ever have guests again, I will have to put something like that together. Unless it’s you. If you ever come to stay, I’m thinking of investing in a safe for all of the valuables and booze.

  4. I almost choked to death reading this I’ll have you know – my respiratory tract is not equipped for that much laughter yet – but I would’ve died happy because this was hilarious. Except I can’t die because MY HOUSE!!!! I can only imagine how nosy people are in a dead person’s nightstand! I’d invite you to visit but I’ve alerted the Canadian border authorities not to let you in!

  5. Hilarious, Kate! You can come to my house, but I challenge you to even FIND the fucking remote because my kids are always hiding it from each other so no one can change the channel. In fact, maybe I SHOULD invite you so you can find the remotes. We buy AA batteries in bulk at Costco, so I’m not worried about your removing one.

  6. My boyfriend’s brother comes over to our house and EVERY. SINGLE. TIME…rearranges my spices because they’re alphabetized. So I took pictures of his dog in a dress when he was out of town. Because payback.

  7. I nearly peed myself when you got to the knives. You are always cordially invited to stay here at Casa Snarkfest in the future. Perhaps YOU can find the calculator my youngest borrowed from the school and can’t find to return. You seem thorough.

  8. I laughed so hard I snorted prosecco through my nose … That shit burns woman!!

  9. Awesome read, my dear, Foxy. I do enjoy you and if I had a guest room, you would be absolutely welcome to visit. Granted, we all share a bathroom, so am sure that would deter you right off!

  10. Iโ€™m sorry to tell you this — but you totally did her a favor and put the toilet tissue on the RIGHT way. Also โ€“ that guest bedroom with the welcome basket??? Incrayiblay!

  11. If you ever come and stay at our house, I’ll be sure to tell you where all the good drugs are, that way you won’t go hunting for the drawer containing all the fun vibrating toys and industrial equipment

  12. I’m still in. When are you going to visit? (The good meds are in the cupboard beside the stove).

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