CLARIFICATION

Hubby wasn't trying to break my arm the other night. He says he was either dreaming about squishing a bug, or trying not to fall off a mountain. Actually, he put those suggestions out there as possibilities - he has no recollection of the event at all.

Poor guy.

Work has been stressful. We hired an eBay person a couple of months ago, and she did a not-great job. Then she decides she's going to get another job, but still keep the one with us part-time. Then she doesn't show up for a week. Last night I received a Dear John email from her (including, of course, the requisite "let me know when I can come in to pick up my last paycheck."). I fired right back with "you signed a contract, so get in here and finalize these auctions." She'd better show up - I'm in no mood for crap today.

Yesterday we had to purge the store of all kids' toys because of a highly-confusing CPSC ruling about lead testing. As a consignment store, I obviously do not have the money or time to lead-test every item that comes in. At least we sell enough other items that we won't go bankrupt because of this. It's sad, though, that we won't be able to sell toys anymore. Some clothing is on the chopping block, too, but I am not yet sure how we're going to deal with that.

My feet are killing me from all the housecleaning we had to do in the store yesterday. I worked on a concrete floor for about 10 straight hours. Anyone know a good masseuse?

Off to work now. Have a good day, y'all.