Who's That Knocking at My door?

    Something happened today that really pissed me off.  I was down stairs working on something to solve all the world problems, ummm, well actually I was down stairs fucking around doing nothing.  I saw someone walk past the window going to the front door.  WTF?  I heard the door bell ring and I ignored it per usual.   Then I thought I heard someone pound on the door.  MDW came downstairs and told me that there was someone at the door (she never answers the door - she get me to!).  I went up with malice in mind.  It is bad enough that some dick-head comes to my door because; apparently, they know that I need to buy something, or that I have forgotten to give some money to their cause, and not only ring my door bell, but then pound on the door. That is just fucking rude.  I never give them a hard time but I swear I am going to rip someone a new ass, the next time it happens.  What fucking right have they got to ring and pound?  I never asked them to come on to my property and invade my BUBBLE.  Fuck off!  When I want to buy something, I will go and get it.  If I want to donate to a cause, I will send my money.  I do not need any help from some fucking moron, whose only work skill is bothering me at my home.
    What is even worse is when someone opens the screen door and knocks on the inside door.  You should be able to shoot them with a shotgun!  Our neighbour had a garage sale one summer and some fucking idiot walked into our house 'looking' for the garage sale.  Looking for the garage sale?  Some people are too stupid to live. I like Charles Barkely's theory that you should be able to shoot two people a day, just to thin out the herd a little.
    I'll say it again: People are funny and by that I mean stupid. The next twenty year old loser, who can't get a real job, that rings the doorbell and then pounds on my door is going to get a blast.  I can't fucking wait!

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    As you can see, MDW has plenty of time cooking, since she doesn't answer the door and with that in mind, she whipped up some delicious meals the last couple of days.  On Monday we went Thai.  She made Pad Thai, with shrimp.  We also had spring rolls, cooked in the french fry maker.  She managed this quite quickly and it hardly was any effort, for me, other than eating.
    Today we had Greek. We had pork souvlaki, grilled on the BBQ, with roasted potato wedges, and  a Greek salad of cucumbers, green peppers, feta cheese, onions and oil.  MDW made her delicious Tzatziki sauce. The only bad thing about the whole thing was spilling potato on my shirt, which I will have to degrease tomorrow.  Luckily, I have time.   All in all, it was Greek-alicious.