Carolers

We had Christmas carolers! I mean it, a whole twenty people or so crowded onto our porch and were singing Christmas carols to us. I was absolutely tickled. And to make it even better, they gave us a plate of a dozen cookies. Oatmeal cookies sans raisins (Austin's favorite) and Hershey Kiss cookies.

I obsessed about the carolers the rest of the evening last night. I started to get paranoid about why they may have selected us. They were with a church and gave us a brochure along with the cookies. They couldn't possibly be giving cookies to everyone. It's a small village, but still, that's a lot of cookies.

Me: Maybe it's because the porch needs painted and looks all ratty and they think we're needy.

Austin: It was me. I was upstairs smoking pot. They saw the smoke coming out of my window and it was quite obvious I was lit with hell fire, so they thought we needed saved.

Because they gave us literature about their church and I'm especially suggestible when it comes to cookies, I mentioned that maybe we should go to the church.

Me, eating a cookie: How many visits to church do you think a dozen cookies buys?

Austin: It buys us walking past.