This morning an older gentleman knocked on our door to give us the leaflet invite to the D.C. which is being held locally this year. My husband answered because I was still in my oh-so-sexy stretched out hot pink pajamas. Neither of us recognized him, but I knew the name because my parents talk about him sometimes (friends.) He started off by saying something about knowing we were (my parent's) kids. My husband answered "yes, my wife is their daughter." Then he gave us the stupid flyer and tried a little to pressure us into going. Well, not really "us" since I was standing down the hall just out of sight. My husband was nice and polite.
My dog, OTOH, waited until we weren't looking after setting the leaflet down:
