ok, so the phone’s rang 39 times and now someone knocks on the door. i cannot even remember the last time someone knocked on my door, it might have been last winter when mr. furley reminded me to move my car so they could plow.

so yeah, someone knocked on my door. which would have been all fine and good and all, but i had just finished brushing my teeth (i refer you to #28). after scampering around for a shirt, taking the towel turban off my head, and running my fingers through my wet hair, i get to the door only to discover it’s the damn cable nazis.

why can’t they understand that if i wanted cable, i would go ahead and order it and that pounding on my door is not going to convince me to order it?