Aaaarg! Today I was awakened by my front door buzzing. I thought it must be a courier with a package or something, so I lept out of bed, tried to pull some jeans on, put a shirt on and ran to the door.

"Would you be interested in reading our magazine?" It was three little old JW women! I jumped out of bed for a copy of "The Watchtower"?

After that, I came back inside and the phone rang. It was my mom. They're coming over to my place. My place is a little messy, and I haven't even eaten breakfast yet.

So it's going to be one of those days then is it?