Before I get to my post, I just want to thank everyone for checking out my blog, posting comments, and sharing on facebook. Already it's had more views than I ever thought it would. And this is what, my fourth post? I'm so glad that there are others who find my humor, well, humorous. So anyway, thanks.
I will now relate "The Most Embarrassing Moment of My Life" (or at least my most embarrassing moment in the last ten years) aka "How to Get Rid of a Salesman."
Last Thursday, at approximately 6:30 pm I was sitting on the couch nursing Lyla. The doorbell rang, and John excitedly ran to the door. I was expecting it to be Hubs coming home from work.
"John, will you look out the window and see if it's Daddy?" I asked.
He peered out the front window. "Yep, it's Daddy." he said and opened the door, just as Lyla broke off from eating, exposing my --
Well . . . you know.
The door opened and there stood a Comcast guy. "Uh, that's not Dad." I brilliantly noted.
Now, the front door is in perfect view of the couch I'm sitting at. I could see him, and he could see me.
ALL of me.
I tried to use Lyla as a human shield (I don't know why I didn't just pull my shirt down) as Comcast Guy hands John a paper and says, "Give this to your mom. Sorry ma'am." and runs away in record time.
Who would have thought all I had to do was flash the salesman to get them to leave? You would think doing that would make them stay. I guess I'm not as young as I used to be, so this might not work with young ladies. But, if anyone is willing to give it a try, I'd love to hear how it turns out.