windows. That's what I called home long distance to tell my sister Courtney two weeks ago when I was away buying new goods for the shops. The idea just popped into my head as I was shopping my little heart out. My mind wanders off down winding corridors of ideas and nonsense at the most inopportune times. I'm supposed to be focusing on buying at the largest gift show in the U.S and instead I'm telling Bob that I need to go find a window so I can get some cell reception because I need to call Courtney right now. I'm like that. If I have an idea about something I feel I must get it out right away or I might completely forget about it in like 10 minutes. I'd be great in a think tank because I'm never short on ideas about anything. They shoot around my brain till I can actually feel my head reverberating and even have trouble sleeping most nights. But I have so many ideas that it is actually very hard to keep track of them. I've tried the pocket tape recorder thing (which I was mocked and ridiculed for) and the little "ideas" notebook but neither system really worked because I lost the tape recorder and dozens of notebooks. I am probably most famous in my inner circle for stuffing my pockets with tiny little notes that I'm constantly writing down. Sometimes they can be seen slightly hanging out of my pockets and my sister is always pointing this out in disdain. I'm like the absent-minded professor only quite honestly I don't think I'm that smart. The lovely Miss Desa (that many of you know from moxie) used to accuse me lovingly of conveniently forgetting to pass along her messages of adoration to my dear husband Bob. We won't even get into her love of Mr. Bob ,as she calls him, right now because that's a whole separate story. But one day as she was scolding me for forgetting once again to bring home a treat for Bob she looked down and noticed that my palm was covered in notes. She stopped abruptly and grabbed my hand and said, "You really do have a memory problem don't you." From that day forward she makes sure she gets to Bob herself to give him adoration and treats. I've been cut completely out of the picture.
Where was I going with all of this? Oh yeah, I had to call Courtney from the middle of the gift show to tell her we had to paint the windows of MMHG blue. They had been taupe since the day we opened April 6, 2000. Why it took me so long to give them a change I'll never know. But now they are blue. Thanks to Courtney that is. She loves to paint. I love to buy paint. I love to look at fresh paint. I do not like to paint. Once again another reason to honor and adore Courtney.
She did one window a day and I'm very happy with how they turned out. Take a peek.....oh and please don't be upset at me about seeing Bunnies in the window. It's retail people. That's the way it goes. ;-)
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