since i moved in to this apartment, there has been a guy wandering the complex and the busy street it is on. after a few months he started talking to me. it seemed every time i was doing my laundry, he was there. he commented on my bears t-shirt. then one evening he shows up at my door with said shirt after i apparently dropped it in the laundromat. now he shows up at the door two to three times a week, just to chat. tell me there's a tornado warning. tell me there's an ambulance at the next building over. cause i didn't see the flashing lights or hear the sirens. tell me he went to see a movie. tell me he's going on vacation to colorado. and now telling me he's moving to colorado (hooray!) in a year (wha???).
"why don't you just ignore him when he knocks?" you ask
because he knocked REALLY loudly four different times. loud like a police officer ready to serve a search warrant. loud with a tappity tap tap pattern like we're friends or something. AGH.
i love my little cave. LEAVE me ALONE.
i need a bouncer.
in other, completely unrelated news, punkin did a great job at school with his "tar." however, one of the children in the class i work in spotted the "tar" and proceeded to have a meltdown WHILE i was changing his VERY messy diaper. (rolls eyes and shivers) seriously.