Howdy

I'm not ignoring y'all,  I promise.  

Here's the deal... one of my co-venders at the flea is, for various reasons, unable type be at the market every weekend... so it all started by me running her booth for her for a split of the proceeds.  Well, it turns out that I'm able to sell things better than she is.  So she suggested that I just move my stuff into her booth, then continue selling her stuff and mine at the same time,  which is more convenient as I won't be running back and forth all day.

So,  I've spent the entire week rearranging and putting stuff into this booth.  My nerves are shot... and I've been neglecting my blog because I'm exhausted.  One more day of all this...

But what is really working my nerves is that my co vendors son, who was engaged to the managers daughter, broke up with her for reasons that I'm not entirely clear on, and in the midst of moving furniture, goods, and what all, I've also had to loudly maintain that I DONT GIVE A DAMN, to both parents, at least 3 times a day. 

I think everybody has gotten the clue now.  Finally. 

I need a purely therapeutic alcoholic beverage.