I've been thinking about my doorbell

Holy crap, I totally have Mad Cow Disease! (Based on rigorous medical research, i.e., last week's Boston Legal.) Apparently some of the symptoms mimic symptoms of Alzheimer's and I totally have that. You know how my brain is always screwy! I told you that, right? And, I spent all that time in England in the '90s (the height of Mad Cow madness!) and I ate a TON of British beef. A TON! Well, at least I know my brain wasting has a cause.

Speaking of meat, five days later and we still have mu shu (moo shu? mu shoo?) pork in the fridge. Four orders is a lot, let me tell you.

I wish I had more to report, but I was so excited about finding out the cause of my memory loss, I jumped right on the computer without any other planning.

Oh! A guy just rang our doorbell (and our cowbell. Yep, we've got one of those outside the door, too. Jealous?) and started giving N a schpeal (schpeel?) about something or other and N just said, "Yeah, no thanks," and shut the door. Then we saw the guy walking around our little apartment area talking to passersby (not that we have a lot of passersby). We kept peeking out the window at him and I think he saw us looking. Especially when we turned out the light for a better view. He was wearing a nice shirt and tie, so it wasn't like he was homeless, but it's weird to have someone ring your bell(s) at 8 p.m. and try to sell you something, even if it's a religion, which is what we ended up suspecting when we saw him jump into a van of other well-dressed men and drove away.

Speaking of religion, for the record, don't call it a "holiday tree" for me. Those of us who don't celebrate Christmas don't have trees with ornaments on them. There's no such thing as a holiday tree! It's a Christmas tree no matter how you look at it. Stupid asses.