Strangers in my House

I have retreated to my room. I usually don't mind people in my house, but usually I know them, or who they are at least. Our basement is currently being finished -YES! but this means that my dogs stay in exile since most of the construction guys are too scared of my dogs to notice that Sammy and Mahalow would sooner wag their tail at you and lick you than actually bark and go after you, unless you are any form of quadruped. Since work has slowed down enough that I don't seem to work every day, my brothers in school, my mother at work and dad sleeping for another nights work, I have mornings and part of afternoons to myself in my familys cute little house-and the basement guys. Sound travels well in this house. Today I have overheard converstations between carpet guy 1 and 2. Carpet guy 1 is currently working on the stairs which has been my excuse not to shower since the soon to be 'monica' bathroom is in the hall parallel to the stairs and that would just be weird. Carpet guy 1 and carpet guy 2 are the type of people that seem to tolerate each other properly enough, but probably wouldn't hangout outside of work. One of the carpet guys-2 perhaps? got a phone call at 10:46 this morning from a mysterious number, the caller didn't say anything and carpet guy promptly hung up. This call happens everyday and is now part of his morning ritual. Having other people in the house has made me see, or at least be more self concious about how truely spatstic I can sometimes be. This morning while doing dishes I noticed watermelon residue on a bowl(my brother is still a slob). Having been in my house for the last three days only to sleep and change clothes I seemed to have missed the watermelon memo. Feeling left out and jealous of my families delicious eating habits I said outloud to myself "now when did we have watermelon?" when hearing something under carpet guys voice that sounded suspiciously like "not while you were here. . ." was heard I decided to keep my inner monolouge to my self and the blogging world. It is nearly noon, and there have been a number of randomly funny things(if you have an odd sense of humor) or bizzare things that I have done this morning: talk to myself, try-unsuccessfully to move some of the foodstorage buckets that currently occupy the kitchen, pull off an excellent Buster Keaton impression trying to move some of the foodstorage buckets that currently occupy my kitchen, after going to my room to get a cd and getting distracted by something i think was important the buzzer for my rice went off-man i can sprint fast when i think my food might be ruined but the image of a small girl in over-sized sweats and a once white tshirt and crazy hair(i need to get pony tail holders again-where do they go?) bounding to the stovetop like its the last thing she ever did might be a little strange to see, unless you live here. At one point anonymous carpet guy asked to use a broom, not a problem right? When I told himm that the dust pan was outside(truely I don't know why-must be for a good reason though) but that I could grab it for him if he just waited there maybe 3 seconds-exactly three. He gave me the weirdest look. I feel smelly and greasy(I haven't given myself much time to groom these last few days). People I don't know are working in my house and I'm sure they wouldn't care if I groomed-probably would encourage it too, but for some reason I would mind. I am in my room b/c I don't want to be around people in my current greasy state, and because sometimes quirkyness, if I can call it that, is more fun with those who know you.