Thanks for asking.
If, like Mrs. Chili, you’ve missed me and wonder what I’ve been up to but are just too shy to ask, here’s the quick, dirty version.
Business is increasing slowly but steadily and I’m really feeling good about it. (However, if you know somebody who has a wad of cash they’re looking to get rid of, I could use the additional capital. I’m just sayin’.)
It takes a lot more mental energy than you might think. Even if I’m not at work, all I’m thinking about is work. Which means that I don’t end up having a whole lot to say to the world in general unless I talk about work.
So I’ll talk a little about work.
We’re putting together a radio ad set to air next week. I’m really excited about it and only wish we could afford more spots. The spots are only $12.00 per for 60 seconds of airtime, which is a darn good deal, as it’s on their most popular station at prime listening times. The only problem is that we can only commit to 16 spots right now ($200.00) which will be played twice on both Thursdays and Fridays for the next month. I’m sure the spots will at least pay for themselves, but I’d really like to see a more than decent return on the investment, so that we can justify upping the number of spots. So if you have a spare 12 bucks, feel free to send it this way!
Pookie had been keeping up with the yardwork both at home and at the shop, which I only let go on for oh, a month and a half before I decided that was unfair and insisted on doing the work at the shop myself. So for the first time in 13 years (since I taught Nate how to use a mower) I have used a mower. It’s amazing to me that I used to make a pretty good living when I was a kid mowing for other people, because it turns out that I don’t like it much.
I’m doing it though, even though I have a husband who is perfectly willing to do it, so I deserve props for that. Besides, it comes in handy when a dog has an accident and Miranda cuts her eyes at me like it’s my turn to clean it up. All I have to do is point to the farmer’s tan I’m getting from doing ALL the mowing, with NO help from her and voila, she’s a poop cleaning machine. Which is why I’ve refused her repeated offers to help with the mowing. I much prefer this arrangement.
(has anyone else noticed that this is no longer short and not at all dirty?)
Now, in the My Kid is Weirder Than Your Kid department, Little Man (the 4 year old) spent all day yesterday drawing belly buttons. Hundreds of belly buttons. I have no idea what this means, but I’m sure one of his future therapists will be only too happy to tell me.
Ok, for those who made it through this far, you deserve a laugh. I now present the funniest Lou Rawls video ever. Though, in all honesty, there wasn’t a whole lot of competition.
The first few seconds are in Spanish, but then it’s all English, baby.