what a slug I am!
I just shut my eyes for a minute! Honest!
The next thing I know some blonde pony-tail dude is ringing my doorbell at 9:00p.m. selling subscriptions to something called Expressions Journal .
As I stand there bleary eyed listening to his spiel, all I can think is:
1. Is he casing the joint?
2. He doesn’t seem like a perv…but this is too weird
3. What a line of sh!t. He must be casing the joint.
4. He’s kind of cute. Why am I so paranoid?
5. The only people that go door to door are politicians, political activists and people casing houses to break in later for nefarious activities.
6. He’s kind of cute. Why am I so paranoid?
I did NOT give him any money. Mostly because I don’t have any cash. I did NOT write him a check and told him a (half-true) story about writing a check to a door-to-door subscription dude and getting my identity stolen. Actually what happened was that they cashed my check and never put in the subscription. (What a shock! But that was back when I was young and stupid…I mean innocent and trusting.)
He did talk me out of a bottle of water.
Hey, you gotta help a thirsty person out…even if he’s casing the joint. Of course, then he cons me into unlocking the door again to take an empty for recycling.
7. Why am I so paranoid about unlocking the door?
I kind of feel like I should call and report him, but he wasn’t breaking any laws. Just selling subscriptions to a lame publication….and probably casing the neighborhood!!!!!!!!!!
Bah.
So then I check my email and JL, from “the project” has written not 2 minutes before saying he couldn’t understand my reply to an email…could I please put it in a nice pretty Word doc.
Whatever. It’s your $50/hour, man.
In no way do I resemble a person who is motivated to clean her 13 year old son’s old room in order for her friend to move in on Saturday. And yet, tonight is really the last night. I have a worship, art and music commission meeting tomorrow night at SAPLC and Friday night the boys are home and Saturday afternoon YM arrives with a truck load of stuff.
Basically, I’m screwed and I have to get my inner brat under control and Just Do It!
Ok, but I’m gonna whine the whole time.
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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Spamalot! or Living a dream. 2007
little intimacies 2007
day 3 without boys 2006
night off 2006
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
-
Spamalot! or Living a dream. 2007
little intimacies 2007
day 3 without boys 2006
night off 2006
— — —
A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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Spamalot! or Living a dream. 2007
little intimacies 2007
day 3 without boys 2006
night off 2006
