arugh...

okay you know, i like my private time...my space and not answering the door! i really dislike answering the door...

wasn't it enough last week that i had to answer the door for the neighborhood kids...for trick or treat?! really it should have been enough...

so here i am, laying on the couch with a fat purring kitty-cat...watching Gilmore Girls...when the door bell rings. in normal fashion, i ignore it. completely ignore it. when it rings again...followed seconds later with banging on my front door...
now of course because i am a slightly dramatic person (okay so maybe slightly more than slightly!!), being dramatic, i am thinking of all the horrible things that could have happened, some kind of neighborhood apocalypse or something...i don't know, a nuclear bomb, or maybe some kind of creepy serial killer running rampant around the neighborhood...

so you are not going to imagine my surprise when i open the door to find a slight fat nervous girl standing on my porch holding a big box of candy! her equally chubby father standing behind her...now of course, as you all know, i carry no cash, none, at all whatsoever. i apologize and say that i have no cash...which she responds to by stuttering something under her breath to me....um...huh, what?! her father then asks if they can come back at some other time...in my complete and utter surprise i said yes.

hopefully grande will be here to deflect and put an end to this candy selling insanity! arugh...that is all i have to say.