True story.
So we’re sitting here in our living room, watching a film, laughing at the kittens running around chasing each other when someone walks in through our front door carrying a bag of groceries. We look at him, and he looks at us, and then he says- “Oh, oh, God. I’m really sorry.” turns around and leaves, shutting the door behind him. We had no idea who this man was.
I don’t know how you could mistake our house for any of the others around us. We’re the only house with a “Maximum Occupancy” sign, an autumn pumpkin wreath, and about eight pumpkins in our lawn.
Weird.
Hilarious, but still very weird.
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