Well the other day I was sipping some delicious coffee and wasting some time on the internet. Caleb was asleep upstairs, and all was well with the world. The doorbell rang. "Jiminy Cricket, I bet that's the Federal Express!" I said to myself.
I dashed for the door only to discover some crazy, wild-eyed woman waiting for me. She was a door to door salesperson who assured me she wasn't selling anything but who proceeded anyway to try and sell me something. She mentioned the look on my face was unimpressed which was very astute of her because I was being that transparent. Then she called me Pops. Pops?! I'm not old enough or poppy enough to be a Pops. I cut her off mid stride after she tried to high five me. I explained I wasn't interested in the magical stain remover she was peddling and wished her a good afternoon.
