Okay, I love it when a plan comes together! The flea market is Saturday, the weather looks good. Tea Shirts are soakin': everything passed the wash test, though I'm only doing the "classic" prototype for this first outing. Got another Avon order, and, best of all Mrs. B agreed to take me on as a housekeeper once a month starting next week. Yes, it's true, I did give her a substantial senior citizen discount, but her bathrooms are really tiny, almost like closets. The only thing about her job that will be really strenuous are the floors on account of she has two little dogs and one of them is elderly and has accidents. At first she told me not to bother leaving my character references, then she called me and said she wanted them on account of her son reading her the riot act for "just trusting me" I called her back and said her son was doing the right thing to look out for her and I would put them in her mailbox tomorrow morning....

The bad news is that the agency talked me into working at the job-in-a box until tomorrow afternoon, which I know I will really regret, especially since I have to be at the flea market at 6:00 A.M.!! I may as well not even go to bed tomorrow night.

I hope this second batch of Tea Shirts turns out. Winston can't understand why there is tea in the scrub bucket and why there are shirts in the tea. He keeps looking at it and cocking his head and sniffing it and looking at me....then he seems to figure, "the hell with it" and he goes and lays down for a little while. Winston hates flea markets and yard sales since they mess up his routine and disrupt his sleeping places. It is a lot of work, but I enjoy the interaction, and, since I'm not exactly "into" my stuff I'll sell anything that's not nailed down.

Oh, I can't beleive I agreed to go into that hell hole tomorrow. I'm an idiot.