Not poltergeists of course-the door to door religion salesmen.  Unfortunately, I didn't get any Gabster celebrities to come to the house and help entertain me and them.  I thought about wearing the African mask I bought last year in Vegas but ended up just wearing regular clothing.

What ended up being more fun than the actual meeting was pretending that I was seriously considering joining a new religion.  They had called that morning to verify our appointment and plus to tell me they were going to bring some friends (fair enough, that was my original plan as well.)  Jim came running upstairs asking if I'd told some missionary's to come over (I like that they called themselves missionary's-I probably shoulda wore my mask and met them in a grass hut in the backyard.)  I confirmed that I had-and when I saw his disturbed face-acted like that was a perfectly normal thing to do. 

He was really concerned about them coming over-and kept encouraging me to run down and hide in the basement like he was going to do.  (why the basement and not just any other room in the house? I'm not sure.)  Emjoying his discomfort, I decided to just let them come. 

While I didn't follow suggestions to break out the baby feeding boobies during the meeting-I did allow the dog to run free and terrorize a little kid they brought with them.  And I let the baby cry during their spiel.  The dog kept jumping up and licking them when they were trying to pray.  But in the end, I decided to not join their door bell ringing faith.