Dang, yesterday was hard. See, we got a new sprinkler system, but the installation process made it rain drywall dust. And not all sexy either, like when the bucket of water falls on Flashdance’s poodle mane. No, there was nary a hot eighties ladywelder in sight. Instead it was all Vietnam-style flashbacks to our space circa August, which is bad, is wrong. We spent two hours sweeping and vacuuming and mopping, repeating. The good news, however, is that we found that though Boo Radley has inferior sales skills, he really makes a tip-top foreman.
Anyway, pain is beauty, and we’re going to be open today. And like I said, we mopped our floor. That alone is worth a visit, right?