Ax Murderers Don't Ring the Doorbell, Right?

I got up early on Sunday after Troy's 2nd birthday party, cleaned up the house and it took me several hours but read the paper.

I never got dressed or showered and stayed bra-less in my happy pants and t-shirt all day.

Around 6:30 p.m. on Sunday, while Tim was in the bathroom the door bell rings. I peek out and don't recognize the guy standing there so I ignore it. Two more times the bell rings so I grab a fleece, toss it on, try to push my hair towards the pony tail holder and open the door.

This nice looking guy is standing with a wine shaped gift bag and a six pack of beer bottles.

Since I know the Skins were playing the Cowboys later, I thought this guy looking for a football watching party and was at the wrong door. He hid his horror at my appearance and I kindly said,
"Hi - You must have the wrong address."
He said, "Is this the Thaxtons?"
Uh - oh - "Yes?!?"
"Are you Deb?"
Uh - oh - "Yes?!?"
He said, "You may not know me but my name is Eric M."
I said - "Oh Yeah!" (thinking...Eric M.....not an ax murderer but somewhere in the depths of my brain it rang a bell..........) Since he clearly was armed with alcohol and not an ax, I invited him in. Honestly, I was more concerned with scary appearance and trying to figure out why the name was so familiar.

Where was Tim already?!?

So I make small talk, try to put the focus on Troy who was watching this all from his high chair. So Eric says, "Yeah, it's been at least ten years since I saw Tim and I'm down on an Army training thing at Fort Monroe...."

E U R E K A!

This was Tim's best friend from the Army that started when they were both in basic training together 20 years before.

Tim came out not knowing who was in the house and was shocked at who was standing there.

They spent the next few hours catching up on things. Eric came back for on Troy's actual birthday and as promised, I was more appropriately dressed and showered.