Tick tock

My biological clock is simply the Kirby vacuum guy/Jehovah's witness woman/water purifier dude all in one, constantly knocking on my door asking, "Are you ready yet? No? How about I come back on Wednesday." And she keeps knocking and knocking, sometimes right in the middle of dinner or during American Idol and I'm all, "Leave me your card I'll call you if I decide I want your product. You're product is a big investment and I just don't know if I'm ready!"