I’m sure there’s a joke somewhere about how to get rid of Jehovah’s Witnesses, but so far my mind runs blank.
I actually have a lot to share. Like how I’ve been keeping a BIG secret from you, and am SO excited to share, but the thought of writing it out is so daunting that I get overwhelmed just thinking about it, so instead I write about what’s going on this week in our casita.
UPDATE: I am NOT Pregnant.
And this week, we’ve received not one, but TWO visits from our good friends–Jehovah’s Witnesses.
I will preface by saying that I think everyone is entitled to their own religion. And I think everyone is entitled to try and get people to “convert” to their religion–BUT (and see how that ‘but’ is in capitals, so it means I mean BUSINESS <– see, I did it again) I think people need to draw a line when it comes to harassing people in their homes.
At the same time, I’m not sure how one goes about converting people to your religion. I mean, should you hang out at other places of worship, waiting for the service to end, and then hound people as they’re walking to the parking lot?I picture people in black trenchcoats, handing out pamphlets, and whispering “look what our religion has to offer that yours doesn’t”….
Maybe it only makes sense in my brain.
This whole Jehovah’s Witness thing started with Eric. More proof that all trouble begins with the husband. I’m still trying to figure out a way to blame Eric for my crashing into the house. Whatever.
Eric is one of those happy-go-lucky guys. Just wants to be nice to everyone. Mr. Popular. Mr. Prom King, actually.
And here’s another thing about Eric. He looooves the black people. He actually likes all kinds of races, especially minorities like black people and Mexicans. He couldn’t become Mexican, so he decided to marry one.
But anyway, Eric likes to think him and black people are just brothers from another mother. So when he saw a tall black guy at our door, he was Mr. Zippy-Dee-Do-Dah I’m-gonna-make-myself-a-black-friend happy!
It didn’t matter that once he opened the door, and his new black friend turned out to be a Jehovah’s Witness who wanted him to forgo birthdays for the rest of his life (that’s all I really know about them…and they don’t like to take pictures of themselves, I think, which again is proof that I could never be a Witness because hellloooo, I am so vain, this whole blog is about meeee, I’m so vainnnn, you probably think this blog is about meeeee…)
Eric kept talking, took their literature, and now we get weekly visits. Sometimes twice in one week, like this past week. I told Eric he needs to own up and tell them that we are very comfortable with our own religion, but thank you very much for stopping by, but could you please not do it anymore?
Last time they stopped by, Eric ran upstairs while whispering loudly “Tell them I’m not home!”, leaving me to fend for myself. I mean, what can you do? They’re just so damn nice! Of course, I want to invite them into my home so we can pray together!
But no. The visits need to stop. Eric needs to put his foot down.
And that is how I write a 600-word post on Jehovah’s Witness when I really just have nothing to blog about.
Have you encountered Jehovah’s Witnesses? Were you able to get them to stop visiting? Are you a Jehovah’s Winess? Did I offend the Jehovah’s Witness religion?