Someone rang our doorbell at eight in the morning yesterday.  Since I’d only gone to bed two hours before that I didn’t hear it.  Most importantly, it seems that people don’t understand that it takes DH some time to get to the door especially if he’s upstairs.  He’s no Speedy Gonzalez, due to his MS the man moves at a turtle’s pace.

     By the time DH got to the door, the bell ringer was long gone.  How much sense does it take to realize that we are home when both our cars are in the driveway?  Is patience in such short supply that the person had to rush off?  Nothing ticks DH off more than to rush to the door only to find the person gone.  Mind you, his rushing is similar to a snail on crack but that can’t be helped.

     I hate to think I have to post a sign saying, ‘person answering the door is slow…please have patience.’