A Lazy Sunday

Today was the last Sunday before school is started.  It was our last little taste of the freedom that summer vacation brings. Most people would jump at the chance to play with abandon outside in the glorious sunshine while it is still here. But not us. 

Nope, our idea of a Lazy Sunday Afternoon is to just hang out in our PJs (well, Shaun was in his Booger Robe) and do whatever we please.  This isn’t something we discussed…it just happened that way.  Shaun and Mimi were downstairs somewhere doing their own thing while KT and I were upstairs chatting and playing working on our computers. 

I noticed  a really loud motor roaring outside, but didn’t really think too much of it until the dogs started barking frantically and I heard footsteps on our front porch.  The next thing I knew there was a loud knocking on the front door.  KT and I looked at each other in a panic. 

I immediately told her that she had to get the door as I was in my nightgown with my hair sticking up every which way.  I simply wasn’t presentable!   As the doorbell rang, KT protested that she was indecent as well and couldn’t open the door. 

We glared at each other as the doorbell rang yet again.  Spontaneously we both got up to peer out the blinds like two old spinster women.  We were shocked to see a burly man with bulging arm muscles in a motorcycle helmet walking around toward the side of the house.  I had visions of him going through the gate and pounding at our back door only to be ripped to shreds by our fierce watchdogs.  Then having to figure out what to do with the mauled stranger (OK, I did say they were visions…) only to watch him march back to the front door.

“He knows we’re home!” I whispered to KT, “Go see what he wants…don’t worry…I’ve got your back!” KT looked at me like I was nuts then dropped to her knees.  She crawled around the sofa and peeked around it in an effort to see who it could be.  Eventually the stranger gave up and turned to leave before either one of us could catch a glimpse of his face.

While I’m fairly certain that the CIA won’t be recruiting us anytime soon,  I’m also pleased to know that we can successfully hide out from an unknown drop in visitor.   Of course, we could simply avoid the entire problem by making sure that we are bathed and dressed by at least noon…

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5 Responses to A Lazy Sunday

  1. I am laughing in identification with this. Because I am a freelance writer who works at home, I often stay in my pajamas until I have to take Smokey for his lunchtime work. (In my personal rule book, it’s ok to walk the dog in my pajamas first thing in the morning.)

    • Susan says:

      That reminds me of the guy around the corner from me who walks his dog in his robe carrying his morning coffee with him. Of course, first thing in the morning can be quite late with this guy!

  2. Patti says:

    You should have called the man of the house upstairs to protect you! Maybe his Booger robe would have intimidated the scary stranger! I bet the dogs were pretty excited. It’s not every day that you guys hide from people at the front door, right?

  3. Cheryl says:

    So you’re not dying of curiosity? Who was that burly man and what did he want? I wonder if there will be a part 2 to this story? Burly man comes and asks for the hand of teenage daughter, perhaps?

  4. margarethall says:

    Hello, Susan~!!….It’s me, from Bucket List!
    For goodness sakes, I would have done the VERY same thing that you did..((hide out))!! I have done the same here, we peer through slanted venetian blinds, trying to rack our brains as to that stranger is and what???…
    I don’t mind being aloof, as you just NEVER know any more about who would home invade…
    Well, great post…
    Loved the visit….
    Sincerely, Margaret…..(Again, thanks for the visit)

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