May 08, 2006

Wouldn't you know it?

I took Husband to the airport today - in the city that starts with "P" and ends in "-burgh." Yeah, well, let me say this, by the time we found a place to park and walked all that way into the airport, he could have walked to Reno.

Anyway, at least I got the lay of the land, so to speak. I know where to go, where to park, where to check in and all that. I have to be there fairly early on Friday so I shouldn't hit too much traffic.

But! No sooner do Daughter and I get home but the damn Jehovah's Witnesses show up! Damn damn damn! Daughter was in her room, to take a nap, and I was cleaning out La Tahoe when I heard them drive up.

I hid. Yes, I hid from them. But here's the thing: if I didn't answer the doorbell, why the hell would I answer if you're banging on the damn door?

Sheesh. Next time I'm going to meet them at the door with a big cross and tell them it's my birthday, and my husband who's in the military just had a blood transfusion.

Buggers.

And now, unless Husband can give me a network tutorial over the phone, blogging just may be sparse this week, as the only computer I can use is in the basement. Ah well, I can blog and do the laundry!