Its not every day I talk to door to door Jesus salesmen.. But when I do, I make sure Im in THE MIDDLE OF THE COUNTRY while Layla poops and Im not wearing pants. Is it that awful that I told them my name was Rachel Rogers and then declined their own invite inside my house because there was a sleeping baby on the couch? I feel like a bad person but, dang. Damn you whomever left the front gate open.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 18:14:38 +0000