I'm new here, and I don't know any of you well enough to let you in the door, and you don't know me well enough to even try to find me.
That being said, if you actually looked me up in the phone book (I'm not in it) and found my house- good luck! (pizza won't deliver, and UPS, and FedEx call me for directions), I'd probably send my dog out with some cash tied to her collar. If you managed to get the cash off of her before she bit you, then I suppose you'd have a night in a hotel on me. If you made friends with her, I'd let you sleep in the pop-up camper out back.
my husband is overseas, but my neighbor would just as soon shoot you as look at you, and he keeps an eye on me and my kids.
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"The quickest way to a man's heart really is through his stomach, because then you don't have to chop through that pesky rib cage." J. Jacques, Questionable Content, #478
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