The Simple Life at Home

Ok.

This has gone past the point of being funny.

One of my favorite things to do to relax is to soak in my nice, big tub full of bubbles. Maybe I'll light some candles, maybe bring a book to the bathtub with me, maybe I'll just soak and dream.

I haven't gotten to do it much lately because I've been so overwhelmingly busy. Since Hubby left, I've had maybe 5 bubble baths.

Or should I say I've had 5 HALF bubble baths!

For some reason (apparently there is a signal light outside my home, which turns on automatically when I step into the tub, that draws people to my door like a moth to the flame), people feel the need to show up at my house at 9:00 at night, with no call or anything and expect me to show them the house. It's happened 4 out of the 5 times I've taken my little bubbly break.

It's just creepy and wrong to show up at her house unexpectedly and, when she answers the door in a robe, dripping wet, to expect her to let you in to show you around.

PEOPLE.

Just because someone has a "For Sale" sign in their yard does not mean you can just walk up to their door. At night. In the dark.

That's why there is a phone number on the sign - so you can call and make an appointment.

This concludes our Public Service Announcement. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.