The other day I wrote that it really annoys me when it takes too long to squeeze limes because I want it my margarita now! So I gave Harmy a citrus squeezer for her birthday. Happy Birthday Harmy!
We reaped/suffered the benefits at her birthday party last night and found out the hard way why it’s a good idea to take a few minutes to squeeze the limes by hand between margs. It’s called pacing yourself. Lesson learned.
The next time we are at a party and I smack an empty glass down and say, “Hit me!” for goodness sake, actually hit me. Like in the face. I’ll thank you for it in the morning.
I was going to write about but the sorry state of swimming pools these days (there are so many stupid rules that kids are hard pressed to have any fun, God forbid) but I’m feeling too wobbly to write anything decent and I have to cater the grand opening of the Boulder pole studio. (Pamcakes, what’s that euphemism you use to tell your kids you are hungover without actually admitting to drinking?)
Cooking for 80 while hung? What could be more fun?
Time to cut the crap.
This is Chris holding a Russell Wright gravy boat. I also gave him a whole stack of Russell Wright saucers but I counted them in a previous post so I can’t count them again. But they are finally off my counter so WIN!
I don’t have pictures but I also got rid of a white skirt that has a stain on the butt because I sat in something, a strange dropper thing that has been in my medicine cabinet forever, a tank top that has been floating around the laundry room for years and I suspect it might have even belonged to the housemate that may or may not have accidentally set fire to the house, and a stupid, plaid golf towel (why do we even have this?). That’s four items. Not bad given my weakened condition.
And finally, I’d like to ask your opinion.
I thought I hired a bookkeeper in May but despite having met with her and setting up my accounts like she asked, she completely disappeared on me. She won’t respond to my emails or calls. I don’t think she ever got started on my books, which is okay since she never charged me.
I got a recommendation for another bookkeeper and we talked on the phone at length, agreed to terms and set up a meeting where I was to hand off my receipts and books. She never showed up for the meeting so I texted her something along the lines of, “Don’t we have a meeting right now?”
Anyway, she got back to me and said she had a migraine and had taken something that knocked her out and asked if she could reschedule.
My question: Do I?
I’m feeling jumpy about bookkeepers. It’s a lot of work to get everything ready for them and it requires tremendous amount of trust and faith. I can’t deal with another flake.
But migraines are terrible, Lonny gets them. So is it reasonable to expect a text or something other than a no-show? Or should I give her the benefit of the doubt? Right now it is easy to walk away, I can hand my books off to someone else without having sever an established relationship, but would that be fair?
What would you do?