Who rings the doorbell at firckin 12:30 in the morning/ night? I just want to know? Yeah, so here we are, sleeping so sound. I could have swore I heard the doorbell. No way, it couldn't have been. Then ding dong. Are you frickin kidding me? "baby, I think someone's at the door," I mumble to Whit. He replies, "yeah, I know. I don't think we should get it." I'm thinking... uh ok well hardly anyone I know would DARE to wake me at midnight unless it was an emergency. (That's right folks, I'm an early bird. I go to bed early, I wake up early. I get very irritable if you mess with my sleep.) So I get up, and go to answer the door, but Whitney stops me (the protector he is) and says, "No wait, let me go." =D
So I am trying to listen and see what the heck it was, but I still have my blasted earplugs in, so all I hear is grumbles and voices. So I decided to wait for news from Whit. Sure enough, some stupid idiots had the wrong house. Grrrr.... okay I get it if you are lost. I understand. Ring the doorbell once, maybe twice... maybe even three times, but the never ending dingdingdongdingdiongindogodiongdongdononog of consistant pushing.... please grow up. You aren't clever. Carry a cell phone, and don't ever wake me again. Please =) This is my Manic Monday post, for more please stop by Whitney's Random Ideas.