Jabberwocky for 2004 February 6

This morning I went to the post office and the grocery store, and when I came home I had to just keep on driving. The Jehovah's Witnesses were parked right in front of my house (taking up both parking spaces!) and they were clustered in a large group right there on the sidewalk. So I drove up and down Oleander Street for a while.

I think the last time I did this was the time LuJean and I came home from a movie and there was a momma skunk with her babies on our front porch.

I feel sorry for our missionaries. There is nothing I resent more than answering the door, and lo and behold, it's representatives from some other religion. I don't want to hear their message, and I have no intention of EVER joining their church, and I don't like feeling bad about it if it's a nice old lady or a little kid. I am always doing something important, no matter what time of day it is. I never have time to just sit and chew the fat with strangers who want to convert me. I am a busy person, and I try to stay productive. I'm sure a lot of people feel that way, and our poor missionaries!

I really don't mind if it's a knock on the door and it's our missionaries. Even though they usually want me to type something for them.