Remember back in March, when I had just started this little blog, I wrote about my brother in law who I believed had planted some cute little flowers for us? That was Sito.
When LoLo was in New York, Sito told him that he'd drive back with him to Maine and spend some time with us at our house. When LoLo got home on Saturday morning, I opened the basement door and was so happy to see Sito looking up at me!
Sito is someone who takes care of everyone around him. He is an amazing cook. It runs in the family. Seriously, LoLo's family is all good at cooking, but Sito is the best. Check out the meal he prepared for us last night:
|L to R: Mixed Salad, chicken with potatoes in a tomato base, white rice (with con con), split peas, and in front, homemade salad dressing|
As I walked through the house, I saw my house in a way I had never seen it... completely clean. The floors were immaculate, the bathroom was spotless, and on my bed were about 5 loads of laundry. Yes, I said 5 loads. I asked how many he did. The answer was 5.
When I walked into my bedroom, I said to LoLo, "Your brother washed every shirt I've ever worn." And I pretty much wasn't kidding. He washed so many towels that I don't think we have room for them all in our linen closet. I wouldn't know because I've never had them all clean at once.
Now do you see why he's my savior?
Just when I feel like things are overwhelming, he swoops in and turns my house into a place that I can be proud of. A place where I don't feel overwhelmed just looking around because of all of the things I should be doing.
And on top of it all, he's so much fun to be around. He's an amazing listener, he is really funny (that also runs in their family), he's incredibly smart, and he will even watch my shows with me.
So I'm sorry if I don't have much time to blog this week, I'm going to be soaking up my time with Sito. I'm going to be laughing, debating politics, watching murder shows, and talking till late at night.
When I tell my friends about Sito or they meet him, most of them ask if he can go to their house. And my answer is always the same, "Sorry ladies, he's mine!"
|You squeeze that muffin, man!!|