Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Yesterday morning I was home alone when I heard a knock at my front door. I don't like it when someone knocks at my door, especially in the middle of the day, which is why I usually don't answer it. I usually have the TV or music on and I know that whoever is knocking can hear someone or something going on inside, but I don't care. If I hear the door and I'm by myself this is what I do...actually I do it even if Raquel is home with me too. 1. Run and turn the TV or music down even though I know they already heard something 2. Sneak around the corner of the staircase ninja style and try to use my X-ray vision to see who it is through the opaque insert in the front door. 3. Wait till my visitor leaves. I stand motionless and wait till I hear someone walk down the steps of the porch. 4. Quietly tip toe to the front window and oh so gingerly peak through the living room curtains....and ta daaa, now I know who it was.
Why do I do this? I'll tell you why...1. I am anti social in the morning...even with people I like. 2. I'm not expecting anyone, so it must be someone I don't want to see. 3. It could be a hoodlum, hooligan, vagabond, derelict or someone up to no good. Not really, I just like those words so I tried to work them into this blog entry, but you get my drift....as in drifter...ha, ha! So now you know. You are always a welcome guest in my home, just call first and not in the morning and keep all your weaponry at home....I'm just say'n