Where did I put my keys? Ooh, a bicycle! Maybe I should get a cup of coffee now.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I guess I should be flattered...
...but I'm not.
Doorbell rings. It takes me a while to answer the door (I was upstairs with Peanut). Mr. Door-to-door Salesman, who was halfway down the stairs, turns around and sees me with Peanut on my hip and says "hey...are your parents home?"