Today my Mom came over to watch the girls for a few hours while Gary and I went to work on getting our camper open for the season.
I was getting all my clothes together to get dressed, Finley was on my hip and I had a red and black polka dot bra in my hand and my hair in a messy ponytail and my flipping pajama's on. Got a good mental picture yet?
All of a sudden Mom says "Um, some people are coming to your door", I hate when people come to my door. Please don't try to get me to donate money to a charity, preach to me, ask me if I need new windows, etc, etc, etc. Not to mention we NEVER use our front door, only our breezeway door off the garage so that may have annoyed me even more.
Anyway, I said "Oh no their not" and caught them just as they were walking past my huge wall of windows in the livingroom heading to my front door......and I proceed like this:
Me: Knock knock, knock on the window!!
Them: Look up in complete confusion
Me: Shaking my finger back and forth as if I'm telling them "NO, NO, NO"
Them: Still looking up confused
Me: Doing the "shooing get the hell off my property, you better not even think about ringing my door bell hands"
Them: Ahhh, giving me the "okay crazy lady look"
Then I realized how insane I looked. I had a baby in one hand, my bra in the other and me making finger motions to them through the window, and I'm pretty sure my finger hand was my bra hand in hindsight.
Either way, I didn't have to put up with anyone trying to sell me something today. Score.