Coming out of the Closet!

Apparantly I fell asleep this morning while reading the newspaper. I was dreaming. There were visions of tupperware ladies dancing around in my head (not sure where they came from). In my dream I had let them in my house because it was so hot outside and I felt sorry for them, and now there were gaggles of them doing the "high pressure" sales thing at the behest of their leader who was also there, training them. (I know, wierd dream, my kids just roll their eyes when I start off a sentence with "you wouldn't believe what I dreamed last night"). So just as Frank walks in the door with an incredulous look on his face, wondering why all the tupperware ladies are in our house, the phone rings for real and I am dragged back into reality.

It's Frank, letting me know that he is bringing some people over in five minutes to look at the paint colors in our house. (At least he gave me some warning, right, otherwise they would have walked in to see me drooling and snoring on the couch). I am still in my pj's more or less, no makeup, bed head (and not the stylish kind) and there are dishes in the sink. At least the dishes are rinsed, but the sink is full. So I run around the house as fast as I can and pick up, make my bed, etc. While in the bedroom I hear Frank come home (I told him to come find me before he started showing them around, but apparantly he didn't hear that part).

I'm in my bathroom and decide to hide in the CLOSET.
You know. . . . . the one I cleaned out in January and was so proud of.



I figure I am safe in the CLOSET because it had not been painted since we moved in. No need to show the CLOSET, right?

I hear them come into the bedroom, and then into the bathroom. The whole time I'm thinking, "don't open the CLOSET, don't open the CLOSET". I hear them leave the bathroom, phewwww!!! I'm safe. I'll wait a few minutes till they have left the house then I can come out of the CLOSET.

Oh no, I hear Frank's voice, it's getting closer. What's he saying? "Oh yeah, let me show you the CLOSET so you can see the old paint color". Now the little voice in my head is screaming, "noooooooooooooooooooooo, don't open the CLOSET!" For two seconds I have hope that Frank will see me first and shut the CLOSET before anyone else sees me, but no. It's too late. There I am, sitting in the closet in all my unkempt glory, huddled next to my slippers and pants sheepishly saying hi to the lady who is now staring into the CLOSET as they all kind of laugh at me for hiding in the CLOSET.

The moral to the story? It's better to just come out of the CLOSET as opposed to getting caught hiding in the CLOSET. Oh well, at least those people have a great story to tell all their friends. "Remember when we went to the Painter's house to see colors and his wife was hiding in the CLOSET?"