Yesterday I was running around cleaning like a good little wife... and well, since I was home alone, I wasn't exactly dressed in such a way as to answer the door when the doorbell rang. The dogs were outside and I had the stereo on and... my car in the driveway. I looked at the clock and it was 9:30 am. I couldn't go answer the door! I slinked up the stairs from the family room and waited there in the stairwell. I thought whoever it was had moved away from the door (which has glass) and quickly went up the other stairs to my bedroom. Then the door bell rang again! I was standing in my room wondering if I should throw something on real quick and run down there but.... then this person knocked on the door and then... I kid you not... started BEATING on my door. It really unnerved me. I tiptoed over to the blinds and peeked out of the window and saw the Chem Lawn truck... The guy needed me to put the dogs up. I then decided to run down there and tell him that I'd put the dogs up but I saw him leave the porch and just by the way he was moving and obviously swearing to himself I hesitated. I was glad I didn't run down there when I saw the way he pulled away from the house.
I then felt guilty for not being presentable enough to answer the door... but, what if I'd been in the shower? What if I'd been laying in bed sick? I checked the messages to see if we'd gotten a reminder call.... no. But, we do have a card somewhere that says what days they'll be out for the next six months or something. Did I screw up his whole day? I feel bad, but at the same time the whole thing was creepy. Who beats on someone's door like that? What the heck?!?!
I met Mr. Macchiato for lunch yesterday. We went to a little Mexican restaurant that we've always really liked. We haven't been there in a long time because almost two years ago someone that worked there took Mr. Macchiato's numbers from his check card and rented a limo and a room at a fancy hotel. It was around Christmas time and while we got everything worked out our account was frozen and we couldn't access ANY of our money. The woman was not caught until March of the following year. Some time passed before we felt like going there again and then the food was not as good as it had been before. Well, we bought one of those coupon books from some adorable freckle faced twin boys that came to the door last week and there was a coupon in there for a buy one get one free lunch for that restaurant. We both got the special which was seafood enchiladas. Mr. Macchiato came home from work early and spent much of the night in the bathroom. My system must be sluggish or something because it didn't hit me until the middle of the night. We are never going there again and Mr. Macchiato just sang, "Crappy Birthday," to me before leaving for work.
And it poured all night and it is still raining. Something I would normally really enjoy but... there's BENNY. Benny, who thinks bad weather is for FUN. Benny, who is all muddy and stuffed in his traveling crate in the garage... who is out there whining about it... I'm going to have to figure out a way to get him clean... IN THE RAIN. Why oh why oh why can you not teach a dog to stay away from mud? I should take him out on leash when the weather is bad.
Aww! I just got a call from my happy friend! I was feeling mighty grumpy but I can't stay grumpy when I'm smiling. Thanks Paula! Oh! And guess what she told me?!?! It is snowing in Woodland Park!!! That is not far from here. Yikes! We both hope this doesn't screw up the changing of the leaves!
I hope y'all have a Great NON-Craptastic Day!