. . . and told me God still cares about us, despite the attack on September 11.
Just thought I’d let you know, since they can knock on only so many doors on one morning.
Thanks for the tip.
Awww geee. That’s nice to hear.
I’m sure he also loved the people on the planes.
I’m also sure he loved the people in the buildings.
I’m also also sure he…
I’ll stop there…you get my point.
But he never calls me anymore… {{erl, sitting patiently and expentantly by his phone}}
Did you go to the door in your underwear, with a beer in your hand? It’s funny to see the way their little faces contort when you do.
The trouble I have is when they call, they just say
JW: It’s Me
Gartog: Me who
JW: Just Me
ad infinitum
Well actually the last one that called seemed quite friendly, I just took one of his leaflets and he left happy 
They came by this weekend and I was in my nighty so I didn’t answer. My son was very confused by my ignoring the door bell. Luckily my husband came home from the store and he just waved them on. Who knew it could be that easy.
. . . so I was dressed thoroughly professional
- Torn sweat pants (day three)
- Unshaved face (day two)
- Most comfortable tee shirt (fresh this morning)
- Wild, curly, unponytailed hair
- Faux vintage White Sox cap
- Wide eyed look of distraction because of starring at computer screen since 6 AM working on a report
Exacerbating the problem is they live in the neighbourhood, and they pay my son gobs of money to cut their lawn. I’ve got to be civil. :rolleyes:
Of course they’re happy! They have that blissful aura of people who know they’re blessed.
I was friendly, too. I just have that blissful aura of people who had wild sex last night. 
[yoda]
Mrrr!! Annoying the JW can be…
[/yoda]
[SARCASM]Oh, thank you, i was sooooo worried. [/SARCASM]
Perhaps you should have them show up to one of Popsyn’s “Sex toy parties”. 