i was just frontin...

one can usually tell when someone has guests over or are expecting guests. The house goes from commonly clean, to unfathomably immaculate. Sometimes you can tell where the guests are from based on what they brought back in their balikbayan boxes... chocolate macadamia nuts, caramacs, and kona coffee (mmm...kona), more than likely they came from the 808 state... bags and bags of polvoron, dried mangoes, and tamarinds, more than likely they came from the Philippines. Now in my house, there are additional indicators. If you see the maternal unit come home with Wal-Mart bags full of new bathroom supplies, from rugs to towels, from soap to soap dispensers... you can tell a guest was coming. The more she bought, the higher the "status" of the guest. This included bedsheets, pillows and pillow cases, shower curtains, and in extreme cases, new furniture. My mom... uber-host. I asked moms one time why was she "frontin", and wasn't it enough to just clean the house. "'Cause if we ever go to their house, wouldn't you want the same?"... not really. I want it to just be real... dysfunction and the whole bag of chips. It'd feel more comfortable. It'd feel like home.

On another note... HAPPY 23rd TWINS. Time to kiss the navy exchange and all that comes with it, goodbye! When we went out for the birthday buffet earlier, i overheard someone order a diet coke... and i just thought, "isn't it pointless to order diet at a buffet..."

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