Yesterday I came home and an Avon catalog in a little baggie was lying on the ground on the back porch next to the door. It wansn't hanging on the knob, tucked between the screen door and the main door, or anything else neat and normal looking, it was just chucked on the ground.
It was if my Avon lady (I have an Avon lady?) had been about to knock when she saw ssome horrifying sight, and she dropped her catalog as she fled with fear.
My house isn't neat, but it isn't that scary. I'm sure I'm just making things up. But the image really pleased me.
sort of an "avon ladAAAAAAAAAAAGH" moment?
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