Well, it has been about two months since my mom visited, and started asking the locals to stop by the house. I was either asleep or out every time they came by.
Anywho, I was actually on my way out with wallet in hand when I answered the door. Two brothers there, with bibles...but they looked a bit intimidated. Only one spoke, and he said that my mom asked them to stop by and see what they could do to assist me to become active again. He said she told him that I had been for a long time, but for the past 4 or 5 years had not. He also invited me to the Memorial tomorrow night. Nice enough guy...but I told them politely I appreciated their concern, but yes, I knew where the KH was, and when the meetings were so if I should be so inclined to go I will. I was nice, but I think they were braced for the worst...at least before the brother started speaking he mentioned...oh it looks like you are leaving the house so I won't keep you.
I really REALLY wanted to shut the door behind me, get real close and say shhhhh.....I don't want my husband to hear you. I am not aloud to talk to JWs or he will beat me! But, while I would find that funny, that would just bound to come back and bite my in the butt somehow, hahaha.
Anyway...they came, they preached...they are gone....phew....