Ice cream patrol

I got my hair cut yesterday.  Today, there have been many “oh yeah…. yeah, that does look nice” comments I.E. I’m pretty sure I am the only one who likes it, but that is OK!  Besides, a creepy man asked me out and I was so thrown off I said “yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh……” and then he asked for my number and I wouldn’t give it to him, I told him he could come by to chat with me sometime, figuring I could make up an excuse then, but then I didn’t even want to do that so I told him I work from 9am-midnight every day and could never go to lunch with him ever.  Which really, is the truth, but still. 

I have also decided what my next set of wheels will be.  I haven’t officially sold my truck yet or bought another car yet but I’m getting there.  You will see.

We are still doing Bluesfest, as it seems we already are, and it sucks, as always, not Bluesfest itself but the organizers, who are all jerks, and think I believe them when they tell me parking is a legendary thing that does not actually exist, in spite of the fact that all the vendors but me have it.  The music, however, is good, as are our sales, considering we are not even on the main stage this year. 

This week is always my favourite week of the year, because it is the week during which I owe money to essentially everyone I know, and everyone seems to think I do nothing all day and thus should have the pays ready by the following day in spite of the fact that there is an immense amount of paperwork to do before I can pay anyone, and if I pay one person early, EVERYONE wants to be paid.  And I just can’t do that.

Anyway, speaking of that paperwork, I need to get to it, because people keep calling, but I’ll be back here soon.  Be good!

Dear world,

I know I do not communicate with you enough.  In fact, one could probably argue that I come nowhere near close enough to acceptable regular communication and/or appearances on the social radar.  Still, you know how it is.  So here I am, with my crazy idea of maintaining online updates so as to prove that I am, in fact, still alive, and occasionally doing stuff, and looking after myself, or not looking after myself, but at least doing something… and you know, selling ice cream, that kind of thing.  Anyway, I’ll try to keep it interesting, more or less consisting of the stories I would probably tell you if I actually saw you.  I can’t promise I’m not super lame, though, because I pretty much am.

Yours always,

Lisa