Ding Dong?

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.