Old Fashioned men

Jan 29, 2011 08:21

I'll start with an explanation.

Around here, only strangers come to the front door. Friends come to the back. And leave their boots by the door.

But, when we built this house, we put the 'back' door inside the garage. The only other door at the back of the house is the patio door. Double french, double insulated.

So, one of the Half-day Loggers came to visit. He walked all the way around to the back, through a foot of snow, knocked on the patio door and was already taking his boots off when I opened the door. This left him standing in a foot of snow in his stocking feet. Brrrr! And he apologized for being a bother when I brought him a pair of our 'company' slippers.

He was delighted when I invited him for coffee and a roll. I already had them in the oven and my recipe makes two dozen, so, of course, I sent home enough for all his family to have one.
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