I tried to relax in the living room this afternoon. The table was set for 30 minutes of just Dad time; the girls doing the homework and Kim out shopping.
Then it started...
The non stop parade of loiters sticking and dropping cards on my front door. It won't be long before they are out their waiting for me to leave the house. You know... kind of like the scene as you try to walk down the street in Vegas. When that day comes we will be moving to a gated community.
For now they stick business cards, flyers, papers all over the front door. I don’t need a gardener, a massage, a housekeeper and I don’t want my address painted on the curb. I don’t want to change religions and I will never work with a Real Estate agent that goes door to door.
Gotta go I hear the dog barking… Gee I wonder what they are dropping off now?