Goddamn Murphy.  I was all "yay! my home will be my own!"

Today Will calls me to let me know that our friend (I've written about him before, he's been having marital trouble again) will be coming up and staying with us until Monday or Tuesday.  And he is bringing one of his friends with him (who, thankfully, I get along with) because he hates driving on the freeway alone.

Now, I feel badly that our friend feels the need to escape his own home and I truly want things to get better for him.  I would, however, be lying if I tried to tell you that my first reaction to this news of his visit was anything but "sonnuvabich" and the intense need to bang my head against a wall.