I’m so wicked…

A man rang my doorbell a bit ago. He was rather handsome; blonde hair, blue eyes, wearing faded blue jeans with holes in them and a form fitting t-shirt. No shoes, I noticed. And he was wringing his hands as he spoke.

“Hello, ma’am.”

Ma’am?!

“I have to talk to 50 friendly and non-violent people today. Are you of the friendly variety?”

I looked at him and said, “Yeah, but I’m not so sure I fit into the other category.”

He immediately said, “Thank you,” and left.

*giggles wickedly*

And I just so happened to be wearing a t-shirt that read: “Who Cares About Your Problems!”

After the guy left and I closed the door, my daughter said, “You should have told him that you didn’t have time to talk, because you were busy wrapping a body in a blanket.”

LOL!

I just love that girl!