Living life as a recluse is impossible once you have children. Gone are the beautiful days of hiding in another room until the knocking stops. Only after a "safe" amount of time had passed, would I tip-toe out the refuge to possibly get a glimpse of whatever Godforsaken being had invaded my territory. The only (I repeat, "only") Earthling (or other) that is allowed to knock on my door is a Girl Scout. And please do NOT bring the whole team to sell me cookies. It does not take 3-5 puppy-dogged eyed little girls to coerce me to purchase overpriced cookies.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 00:57:31 +0000
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