Once of the reasons I love living in the country is that we never have to see anyone. And after 7-years, we have trained our neighbors (as lovely as they are) that we dread the unannounced "drop by."
( We like about a month notice.)
So, when I was cleaning up from dinner, the doorbell rang. Darling Husband and I spun around to make panicked eye contact.
"Who the hell could that be at this hour?" he growled. (It was 5:37.)
We froze in hopes that despite of every light in the house blaring, that the visitor/intruder would figure no one was home.
DH fled up the stairs to get some pants on over his boxers and I stood against the fridge in the kitchen's one blind spot.
I heard the door open and Baby Boy say, as politely as any mother could wish,
"Ey-yo. Come on in!"
I was there in a second to see a man running for State Senate handing him a pamphlet.
"Ask him if he's a Republican," I coached my 2-year old.
I guess we have a new doorman.