Never do. my neighbor got very upset I didn't let her workman in once. But there are crapzillion cases of women dying at the hands of fake "Workmen" and "carpet layers" They could even dispose of me on the way out. Nuh and uh. Perhaps I should read more cheerful things. Aw, Sean, thanks. Me and Lady Marmalade.
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yes, Susan. Don't open the door for the scary dude.
Susan, do I need to send Pete over so he can deliver the "Don't open the door to people you don't know, especially if they look like crazy people!" speech? It's very impressive and stern.
Susan, do I need to send Pete over so he can deliver the "Don't open the door to people you don't know,
So Sir Paul McCartney and Wings were wrong?
(Of course, Paul wasn't a Sir back then....)
If somebody is casing you/ your place, they are more likely to do it when it's bright out. I read this book "What Cops Know" and it said that. You're relaxed, possibly underdressed...I just never open the door when I'm here alone.
Susan, do I need to send Pete over so he can deliver the "Don't open the door to people you don't know, especially if they look like crazy people!" speech? It's very impressive and stern.
Jilli, can he come give that speech to Joe?
t still shivering over the strange man singing country songs (and talking about how he was raped by the LA County Sheriff) ON MY COUCH when I was 8.5 months pregnant.
No lecture needed, Jilli. Door is shut and locked.
And I'm pretty sure he's gone. Though as soon as I've finished printing out my writing contest entries and feeding Annabel, I was planning to make a Kinko's/post office run. You better believe I'll be on my guard as I leave the house.
This is generally a good neighborhood, but there's a little scrap of empty land belonging to the city electric utility about half a block away where we all kinda suspect nefarious stuff of various kinds, mostly involving drugs, goes on late at night. When some people actually camped there for several days, we called the police, but there's not much you can do when it's just people parked there for a little while at night.
Okay, I'm installing a peephole this weekend. Pinky swear.
Jilli, can he come give that speech to Joe?
Sure! It'll be fun!
Although, I know what you mean, Susan. I feel for people too. Despite wanting to freelance for The Ministry. My stepfather brought home his Criminal Psych Ward roommate. He lived with us for two months. Very sweet guy, came in the lock-up on*crazy* Thompsonesque cocktail of drugs.
Definitely good about the closed door, Susan. We live in a decent neighborhood and my next door neighbor is a cop. But we're wedged between two bad neighborhoods and get a lot of cross traffic. I've got to get better about not opening my door to strange men I don't know when I'm home alone with the baby.
But that still leaves us with prayerful defining prayerful
That's what I meant. It just sounded like a completely awkward use of the word--not to mention opportunistic with all the prayer. As if this were a religious issue. It's not. It's a legal issue.