Why?

Why do people never stop by when my house is clean? Even reasonably tidy? But leave those dishes in the sink and the laundry in a pile and inevitably the doorbell rings. I woke up this morning with some kind of stomach bug, and went back to bed. My dear husband took all of the kids...somewhere...and at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I just ventured downstairs. (Home of "The Mess.") That's when the doorbell rang. The neighbor girl is selling girl scout cookies, which I wouldn't want to miss, of course. I just wish she would have stopped by on Thursday.