Afternoon visits.

At 2:00 pm I was feeding Katylynn when we got a knock on our door. We have had many visitors over the days since bringing her home, so Janelle ran to the door without much thought. The guys at the door were unfamiliar, but wanted to just ask a few questions. After about 5 minutes, it became unfortunately clear that we had been attacked by the Kirby salesmen.
It's 4:45, and they are finally winding down. I guess our front carpet is clean, so that's cool. At one point, I was thinking about just walking into the kitchen, and walking through holding the meat cleaver with a big smile on my face.
Ah, Kirby guy, thanks for 3 hours lost on a Saturday afternoon.