Amusing self-depreciating story of the day.
I’m checking out what can only be described as online porn. I notice that the art hanging on the wall over the couch where the action is happening happens to be one of my shop’s best sellers. I then noticed that how it is framed in the pictures online is MUCH worse than the way mine are sold.
You know you are working too hard when you are packing up to leave work while talking on your cell phone, and your heart starts racing because you cannot find your cell. You cannot find your cell phone because you are holding it up to your head and talking on it. This was not a"blonde moment" this was about three minutes of searching high and low.
Dude, that’s SO been done by me with sunglasses, keys, remote controls, wallets, even a steaming hot cup of coffee. For being a dark hairy bastard I am the king of blonde moments. I sometimes have blonde days.