Last night 5 of Ben's friends slept here after their weekend in Mexico. When I came downstairs this morning hardly any of them even said hello and when they left 35 minutes later hardly any of them said goodbye (granted they had slept on a wooden floor and gotten 1/2 a night's rest, but still, I've known them practically my whole life). After they were gone, I found dirty glasses and a cereal bowl still filled with milk on the counters, a pair of someone's dirty underwear on the living room floor, mountains of rumpled, unfolded blankets, the toilet seat up, wet towels on the living room floor AND last but not least, PEE on the bathroom FLOOR next to the toilet. Seriously?
In contrast, last night, before they all arrived, I had Hollie, whom I hardly know, over for dinner. She came with 4 picked roses from her garden and helped me grill chicken.