Wow, I've never had so many surprise 'visitors' in such a short time in my life! I think that was 4 in the past two weeks. And of course the two times that I'm still in my pajamas and haven't yet combed my hair or done anything since I hopped out of bed are the two times that the person/persons include a guy. Good thing I can remain so, um, like I'm perfectly fine with being dressed in pajamas and looking my worst in the presence of a guy. Ha, I'm really laughing inside and really like, why didn't I change 10 minutes ago when I had the urge to (that happened both times, btw)? Have I seemed shocked everytime someone is at the door unexpectedly? Cuz every time I'm like, why on earth is there someone here? And I have the deep inner struggle of coming upstairs and opening the door, or should they be already in the house I question whether I should pop my head out from the stairs. And I'm sure the expression on my face at these times is more like what if DEATH is waiting at my door? You know, the whole furrowed brow and wimpering puppy look in the eyes (mom likes to say I have puppy eyes, what's with that eh?). Of course, I always compose myself very quickly (not so quickly today cuz Christie and I were both in our pajamas and wondering if it was in our best interest to open the door) and pop around the corner or open the door with a completely nonchalent look about me. At least that's what I aim for, these are the times that my brilliant or more likely non-brilliant acting skills come into play. And of course I'm insanely freaked out really. I'm really weird aren't I? Yeh, well at least it gives me a chance to practice my well used acting skills. That's my [other] story for the day, goodbye.