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Why I REALLY NEED some coffee.
Dec. 22nd, 2010 11:20 amStart with being up most of the night with a coughing baby (for those of you just stumbling across this livejournal, said baby is nearly five, but lets face it, when he's fourteen and towers over me he'll still be my baby).
Mix in being woken from a dreaming state by loud dog barking. And the barking will. not. stop.
Why, you ask? Well, nothing so special as the delivery man bearing packages for Christmastime. Oh no.
Women peddling their religion.
So now I've been woken up, too early to have gotten enough sleep even if I had not been up with the baby, and too late to be able to get back to sleep for some much needed rest.
Plus, now I had to figure out what kind of religious peddlers had woken me up - they could tell I was in no mood to listen so they just handed me a flier, mumbled an apology for waking me up, and said they'd come back another time (too bad I didn't open the door in a bathrobe and a gun, then they might never come back).
My muddled, coffee deprived, sleep deprived mind went over the possibilities.
Mormons? No, they only let men go house to house to disturb people. Women are not worthy of that task.
Did we have any churches within walking distance? (we used to get hit up by the Baptists just down the road from us at the other house) No.
I finally found the fine print on the back of the flier (remember, not working at full capacity, so I probably looked at the front of the flier two or three times first).
Well, if you guessed Jehovah's Witnesses you win! Of course there is no funding for prizes at this time, so just give yourself a pat on the back (which reminds me, if you get a chance to watch Ella Enchanted do it, such a cute movie!).
Yes folks, some women, who do not celebrate Christmas, came to a house covered in Christmas lights, three, count em, three days before Christmas to try to convert me to their religion.
I can just see it now, "Sorry kids, lets get rid of the tree and take back the toys and throw out those lights, Mommy's a Jehovah's Witness now, and we don't believe in those sorts of displays."
Yeah, that'd go over real well. Yeah.
Now, where's my coffee?
Mix in being woken from a dreaming state by loud dog barking. And the barking will. not. stop.
Why, you ask? Well, nothing so special as the delivery man bearing packages for Christmastime. Oh no.
Women peddling their religion.
So now I've been woken up, too early to have gotten enough sleep even if I had not been up with the baby, and too late to be able to get back to sleep for some much needed rest.
Plus, now I had to figure out what kind of religious peddlers had woken me up - they could tell I was in no mood to listen so they just handed me a flier, mumbled an apology for waking me up, and said they'd come back another time (too bad I didn't open the door in a bathrobe and a gun, then they might never come back).
My muddled, coffee deprived, sleep deprived mind went over the possibilities.
Mormons? No, they only let men go house to house to disturb people. Women are not worthy of that task.
Did we have any churches within walking distance? (we used to get hit up by the Baptists just down the road from us at the other house) No.
I finally found the fine print on the back of the flier (remember, not working at full capacity, so I probably looked at the front of the flier two or three times first).
Well, if you guessed Jehovah's Witnesses you win! Of course there is no funding for prizes at this time, so just give yourself a pat on the back (which reminds me, if you get a chance to watch Ella Enchanted do it, such a cute movie!).
Yes folks, some women, who do not celebrate Christmas, came to a house covered in Christmas lights, three, count em, three days before Christmas to try to convert me to their religion.
I can just see it now, "Sorry kids, lets get rid of the tree and take back the toys and throw out those lights, Mommy's a Jehovah's Witness now, and we don't believe in those sorts of displays."
Yeah, that'd go over real well. Yeah.
Now, where's my coffee?
