Monday afternoon, the doorbell rang and my hubby runs down the stairs to answer the door. He opens the door, and there's nobody there. So he steps out, and looks around. He sees a kid hiding behind a car across the street. So he squints at the kid, tilts his head and wonders to himself, "Really, kid? That's it??" Then the kid BOOKS it. He's running up the street, turning his head back and watching my husband as if my husband is going to turn into the incredible hulk and chase him.
My husband relays the story to me, and we laugh our asses off.
The next day, Tuesday, the door bell rang, and hubby goes and answers it. Nobody at the door. No kids in sight. Getting smarter, and not sticking around at the scene of the crime. Still hilarious.
Then there's nothing for the rest of the week, until today. Hubby found this in the mailbox:
Doorbell ditch? Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Hilarious! Thank you for correcting your spelling, kids. Your signatures are most legible.
My husband relays the story to me, and we laugh our asses off.
The next day, Tuesday, the door bell rang, and hubby goes and answers it. Nobody at the door. No kids in sight. Getting smarter, and not sticking around at the scene of the crime. Still hilarious.
Then there's nothing for the rest of the week, until today. Hubby found this in the mailbox:
Doorbell ditch? Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Hilarious! Thank you for correcting your spelling, kids. Your signatures are most legible.
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