My mom came over and grabbed the kidlets for an overnight around 5 this pm. It was super duper fun to have many moments to lounge, clean, bathe, paint, watch most of the debate AND enjoy some beers (and fried cheese) with the old gang.
Worst Part of the Day-
A few moments after my first uninterrupted, luxurious shower in months (complete with shaving the necessary parts and conditioning the newly tamed mane) my calming experience was cut short (like a needle off the record) by a ferocious, inappropriately loud knocking--actually banging--on my front door. The bathroom was still steamy and I was in my plush robe and I thought What the hell? Who is trying to bash down my door at 8pm on a Friday? Anyone who has ever come over here knows we don't use the front door--only the side door--so it was perplexing. Also anyone who knows me knows darn well I have a mini-fear of strangers in the night (especially when bathing) and am home alone and blind without contacts or glasses (too many Law and Orders, I know.) I yelled out the upstairs window in my toughest sounding voice, "Who's there?" I heard nothing at first and then a man's voice yell, "John". Though it is allegedly the most common males' name, I happen to not know any Johns who would stop over uninvited. Again he pounds on the door. I respond with another shout, "Dude! Can I help you?!" At this point I am thinking he must be a cop to haul me down to the precinct for some strange reason (too many Law and Orders as well.) He says, "I'm with Working America and here to talk about the election, blah, blah, blah." As much as I want to say Don't you see the Obama/Biden sign in the yard? I'm on it. And knocking THAT hard will probably not get you what you want going door to door! I say nothing except, "this is not a good time, goodbye." He freaked my well-groomed self out.
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