During one of this year's spring storms we had some hail and now need a brand new roof. You know... it's a lot more fun shopping at the Gap then it is for a new roof I've found. But every roofer in the great state of Texas has flocked to our area so a day has not gone by where I don't receive 2 doorbell rings, 5 flyers on the door and a few mailed ones as well. I kind of miss the folks that use to just try to sell my carpet cleaner.
So, today the door bell rings and thinking it's the UPS man I rush to the door and open it. I should have looked because it was not. And as I open the door a nicely dressed man has his back towards me and is picking something up off my front stoop. He turns around and I notice he is holding up a knife.
WHOA!! I'm not even joking that that's all I could muster to speak.
This is it, I'm thinking. I'm going to meet Jesus today! I also have not showered, have no make-up on and need to shave before I end up on the 5 o'clock news.
But then I notice this poor man who is just trying to sell me a roof is more terrified than I am as he begins to think what he thinks I'm thinking. And then I start thinking and remember seeing boy out there yesterday doing yard work opening up fertilizer with a pocket knife.
Praise the Lord. I'm going to get to shave today.
Luckily, we burst out laughing at how this all looked. I felt bad because how embarrassing to have knifes lying around your flower beds. I'm sure that's frowned upon in the HOA rules. I'm thinking it's also probably a good thing we don't have children yet either. We're going to have get a little more responsible.
So, boy got a sweet little text: "Honey, don't forget to pick up your knives".