I never answer the door. Never. To make matters worse, now that we no longer have dogs the alarm is always set to "stay" which means that if I door is opened that the alarm will go off. I have an intense fear of opening the door - this happened when we had bunch of ex-felons living next door, which translated into people ringing our doorbell at 5 am looking for drugs. Our house was also broken into, which makes me wary of strangers. Finally, I do not know how to say "no" to traveling sales men. . . which is part of the reason why we have an alarm system.
If you are a friend, or the UPS guy or my mail woman, I will answer the door. I've also heard that you should answer the door, so that persons looking for vacant houses to rob know that your home is not vacant.
All of this is to say that yesterday when someone knocked on the door, I did not answer. I should have though. When Kyle got home I heard him turn the alarm off and open the front door. This is what he brought me . . .
One of the reasons I wrote my last post was so that I would stop seeing the word "Santa" at the top of my blog. Now I'm writing this post, so that I will not see that nasty chicken goo at the top of my blog.
Remember those books you were given in kindergarden? Picture books, they had no words, you just looked at the pictures and made up the words. I was recently inspired by this picture. I didn't even have to read the story, the picture told all, and I was never (not that I did anyway) eating at McDonalds again. The following is my solution to the nasty gloop seen above. . . still may look a little nasty at times. . . but, you know exactly what is going into it
Chicken Nuggets - A Picture Recipe: By Caitlyn Williams
We've found that we are not very good at calling everyone and giving you updates on our lives. We do want you all to be up to date on the very exciting things that are happening in Arizona and in our lives - with that we dedicate this blog to you. ta dah.