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Dudes.
I am so flipping beat up. Had an awesome day at the Hooker Convention, those ladies wouldn't ever stop coming and waving their credit cards at us, which is awesome. BUT. I did not sit or use a bathroom or eat from 9 a.m. until 6 p.m., and my varicose veins were saying, "Sit DOWN, Bitch!" and my back was saying, "Yeah, what they said!" and my teeth were dry from all that smiling and talking. I did wear my new hooker shirt, and I took a picture, and then I left my camera in the exhibition hall, so no photo. Tomorrow.
When the show was over for the day and we could leave, we walked to a restaurant called "The Barn" and had the buffet. My plate was like a 15-year-old boy's - fried chicken, gravy, Mt. Mashed Potato, gravy, roast beef, gravy, BBQ beef, gravy, buttered peas and cherry bread pudding. And gravy. It was all I could do to not climb into that gravy tray and bathe in it. We're in Mennonite country, people - my dad's family all still live here, and I KNOW they can cook. Bring me your gravy, or bring me death.
It is 11 p.m., and I am going to get in my king-sized bed, maybe read a chapter of The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest, and then dream of gravy. And CH, of course. With gravy.
Hello Wifers.
Today was a major accomplishment - I got three kids registered at, paid for, delivered to, and delivered from three different schools. They had supplies. They had clean clothes on. Their teeth were brushed. They ate lunch, they attended classes, and they lived to tell about it. My only real glitch is that I am taking up pitchforks against the school bus barn, because busing is free to the high school for kids who live 3 miles or more from the school, but mapquest tells the school that my address is 2.98 miles from the school. My odometer tells me I am 3.0 to the school from my curb to the parking lot on the most direct route. But the school wants me to pay $50 each semester for OD to take the bus home. The problem is that OD won't actually be taking the bus home - it takes the bus 1 hour and 15 minutes to get her that 2.98 miles each night, so I have paid a teenager to drive her home every day, but if that teen is sick or has an issue, then OD has an alternative way home, as I can't leave my hooker job to pick her up. I know $50 isn't much in the scheme of things, but it's the principle. The bus barn hasn't heard the end of The Wife.
At work, I packed for my hooker convention. I have $40K of product packed in the back of a rented Mazda CX-9, and I found out this a.m. that the expensive wireless terminal my company purchased so I can take credit cards at these trade shows is corrupted and cannot be used. Credit cards make up about 95% of my sales, so this will be a fun week.
It is 10 p.m. and I'm still not packed, and I'm leaving at 8 a.m. for my seven hour drive to Ohio to explain to a lot of hookers that I can't take credit cards, so I'm off to bed. If I have wireless, I will be blogging tomorrow. If not, I will write it on paper, copy it, and mail it to all of you. I ain't quittin' you, Wifers!
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