Monkling's Blog

Or so I’ve been told. You see, it’s like this. Today’s a little bit of a busy day. I’m trying to get the plaster dust out of my house. Frank & the kids are going over to the nursing home to see his mom while I cook dinner. Then we’ll be off to the Easter Vigil tonight. All that means I wasn’t too pleased when the doorbell rang. Not unless it was going to the Publisher’s Clearing House man with a multi-million dollar check. I knew it wouldn’t be anyone I wanted to see because everyone else is just as busy.

Frank went to answer the door while I held the dog. Before the wall went down, we used to just put him in the dining room and close the door. We can no longer do that so I had to stop what I was doing to hold back Killer. I could hear Frank talking. I could hear someone else talking. It wasn’t anyone we knew. It had to be someone selling something.

Now unlike me, Frank is Mr. Niceguy. Any time anyone comes to the door selling something, he’ll buy it. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. I, on the other hand, do. If I tell someone we’re not interested and they continue to yap away trying to convince us that we are indeed interested, I will just firmly repeat, “We are not interested,” & I will close the door in their face. This is what I did when Frank was taking too long to get rid of the pest.

I then heard, “Mom, that was so mean.” Oh, well, I think it was more mean of those kids to interrupt us to try and sell us a subscription to a newspaper we don’t want and to not take no for an answer. So there. Yeah, that’s right. No one messes with me.

HA! Theresa just said to me, “Is it okay if I leave all this stuff on the dining room table while we go out?” I said yes. “Good. I didn’t want to just leave it without asking you. I’m not messing with you. I saw what you did with those kids!”