i was just jehovah witnessed. that’s never happened to me before. i was sitting here perusing some of my usual blogs, when there was a knock on the door. of course i sat here in disbelief, not quite so sure that it was my door being knocked upon. when i finally discerned that yes, it was my door i got all pissy. “who in the hell is knocking on my door at 11 in the damn morning on a saturday?” so i run to my bedroom and pull on some pants to answer the door. since that little peeky thing is much too low for me, i never use it. so i open the door and there stand two smartly-suited men. i can tell by the looks on their faces they are a bit taken aback by my appearance. hair standing straight up, big red t-shirt with toothpaste on it, breasts flopping about unbraed. the older gentleman sorta shakes his head and blinks a couple of times and asks for randy. now, the only randy i know is mr. hot randy khaki pants who bowls occassionally on friday nights. if randy were here at 11 a.m. on a saturday morning i can guarantee you i wouldn’t be dressed and answering the door. oh yeah, baybee. so i tell smartly-suited older gentleman that he has the wrong apartment that randy doesn’t live here. he says, “well i got some magazines for you” and pulls some watchtowers out from under his arm. i told him i was a pretty devout agnostic and that i really didn’t need saving (why, why oh why must i be so argumentative?) as he starts to tell me about “jesus christ our almighty god” i smile kindly, snatch the watchtowers and shut the door. if my house wasn’t such a mess, i’d have invited them in for a grand old debate.