Why is it collectors, paper boys, or flyer passer-outers always knock on my door when I'm wearing frumpy old lady sweaters and pj bottoms? Granted I have gotten away with my blue stripped leaf print pants since 4pm, so I shouldn't be surprised that someone has caught me in my loafyness by now...but it still feels like someone pet my fur against the grain. PJ time is me-j time, not time for advance paper boy collecting tips with his $2 off car wash coupons to say thanks. Besides, who does that at 8 o'clock at night? That would be like trying to sell Girl Scout cookies door to door at 10pm.
I think my cat has figured out how to pet things- although he does not have the grace of say, humans with their wiggly fingers. Gary has pieced together the formula: Mom puts hand on head, drags to back, repeats. In his own attempt to show affection (other than the occasional head rub) he now stretches out his little kitty toes, raises his paw to place it on my arm and proceeds to pat my arm multiple times. He presses down surprisingly hard which is why I think he knows exactly what he is doing. Such a smart kitty.
For the most part, I really like the woman who lives upstairs from us. Her kids are another story. Since they have been here for the past few days, they have been very loud, stomping on the floor, running through the yard and jumping on the porch; which really pisses me off as the front porch spans the length of our living and dining room so the sound travels through out the house.
I started work at my new job today and I am exhausted. So much information to process over the next 13 weeks, I may just go loopy. On the plus side, I really like it.
I think my cat has figured out how to pet things- although he does not have the grace of say, humans with their wiggly fingers. Gary has pieced together the formula: Mom puts hand on head, drags to back, repeats. In his own attempt to show affection (other than the occasional head rub) he now stretches out his little kitty toes, raises his paw to place it on my arm and proceeds to pat my arm multiple times. He presses down surprisingly hard which is why I think he knows exactly what he is doing. Such a smart kitty.
For the most part, I really like the woman who lives upstairs from us. Her kids are another story. Since they have been here for the past few days, they have been very loud, stomping on the floor, running through the yard and jumping on the porch; which really pisses me off as the front porch spans the length of our living and dining room so the sound travels through out the house.
I started work at my new job today and I am exhausted. So much information to process over the next 13 weeks, I may just go loopy. On the plus side, I really like it.
I hope it goes well!
Oh, fun answering the door stories!!! I was working out once at home, and I was in an almost see through white beater (I had a bra on underneath) and reeeeeeeally tiny tight little booty shorts. And bwah ha ha ha ha aha ha aha ha aha ha ah ha...a JW came to my door to tell me all about god and couldn't get two words out of his mouth!!! They've never come back to my house since (at least not when I've been home)