So my sweet hunny came home for a working lunch today. And....well....ummm.....well...you know. The front door was locked, the front shutters were closed, the kids were at school, and the poor pest control guy probably got more than he bargained for this afternoon when he serviced our backyard and sprayed the back porch outside our sliding glass door in our family room. And I am mortified.
I looked out the kids bedroom window and noticed the pest control guy sitting in his truck filling out the paperwork....which means he HAD already serviced our property and he wasn't there when we shut the front blinds in the first place. Dave and I went and hid in our bedroom and he knocked and rang the doorbell twice for us to sign the paperwork. He knew we were home. HELLO. But there was no way in H.E. DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS I was opening that door.
Good thing we hadn't signed up with our friend Tracy's pest control service. I would have really died. Dave kept reminding me we ARE married trying to console me. I will be cancelling service in a few weeks after they are done talking about us. And going with Tracy's company......and closing the back curtains next time.