OMGosh! So….Patty is Miss. And I, my dear Posse, am Miss MISS! It’s Tuesday and it sho’ ain’t Belgium. I’ve been at my desk for the past 12 hours, except for when I had to dash around town, stalking the UPS guy (you’d think I could find him in a 4-sq mile town. You would be wrong. It was like Where’s Waldo? in Brown). The best part about being deluged with work is the work! (and the money, of course). The worst part of the deluge? The WORK! My job is to keep my customers happy – we are a small, custom shop so what we offer is ridiculously fabulous custom work and even more ridiculously fabulous customer service. “yeah, so what?” – well, today brought one of my best customers, a big ol’ burly guy, nearly to tears, then to tears of joy – we are able to get these goofy little specialty parts to him for Thursday. But! In order to do that, I have to take my lead guy’s mother to the podiatrist so he can make the parts – these are not Just Anybody Parts. So off I go to the podiatrist. Crazy! But it works for me.
Here’s a picture of Bruno. Don’t freak – he’s PredBelly right now – his doctor keeps saying “don’t freak out about the spine. Step away from the spine”…as I keep wanting to put a blanket on him – and it’s freakin’ 90F here. He is, in fact, doing pretty well, though the heat is playing a bit of havoc with him. The prednisone makes his belly huge and pulls all the meat and muscle down from the spine – but it’s a function of the med. He looks awful, doesn’t he? But he’s fine. Sends you all big licky kisses.
Everything else is WORK! We are to the gills with stuff like planetary gearboxes and stub shafts and moveable walls and I am so happy I could cry! But this is Perfume Posse, not Bear Boring…so let’s talk perfume. Patty already asked y’all how your summer is going….I dunno…I was expecting a relaxing week so I’m a bit gobsmacked with the BUSY! Tellyawhat! Let’s do a draw!!! Just tell me a quick story – anything – what’s going on in your world???. Bruno will pull two folks and send you some samples, how’s that? It’s the least I can do for yarblin’ on about my shop.