Hard to get into a reasonable mood when I'm still feeling the sting of something that happened today. Flabbergasts me when clients of my husband either forget their checkbooks when they arrive to pick up finished work OR, in the case of this evening, say they've run out of checks.
As I've said before...."we're just livin' on love here."
Haven't folks heard the verse about the workman being worthy of his hire? The thing is, my husband bends over backwards to please his customers. To find them being indifferent is totally aggravating. Do we not also have bills to pay?
My change purse still echoes.
As I've said before...."we're just livin' on love here."
Haven't folks heard the verse about the workman being worthy of his hire? The thing is, my husband bends over backwards to please his customers. To find them being indifferent is totally aggravating. Do we not also have bills to pay?
My change purse still echoes.
