Eerie Silence

Sorry folks, for the great expanse of nothingness. All loyal readers have probably been lost due to boredom. We will try to rectify that situation, but help may be needed.

With the election upcoming and the economy flying into the side of the mountain I think several folks have been a tad distracted of late. A ton of blogs and vlogs I frequent have failed to update in the last two weeks. It's a mite creepy. It's like everyone has found a cave to hide in to await the end of the world. Except celebrities. There seems to be ample trash on them. What a weird world we live in.

Sweet Thing, however, does not desire to hide. Yeah, the economy is essentially toast for a while. And now may not be the optimal time to begin a business. But Sweet Thing has banked upon our country's inherent love of sweets and its desperate addiction to coffee. It's nuts what people will sacrifice in order to maintain their daily ration of sweets and coffee. Not that we are complaining.

This week will see headway in shop layout design and, soon thereafter, the beginning of construction. We have a design sketched, but official measurements and cad drawings will be taken and created this week. Shawna's dream is becoming more real—it will officially be on paper soon. We'll see how well that translates to reality. No doubt it will translate well... the time required to do so is the only thing in question.

Shawna has been in talks with potential clients. It sounds like one will be on board after the first of the year and the other (hopefully) before. We are a young company. We have one client. We are not expecting to gross a million in a month. But none-the-less, after the enjoyable creation of a spreadsheet, it appears one more customer could put Sweet Thing into the black. Impressive.

Bag O' Muffins

A while back we took a delivery to Bikini and on the way back to the car were accosted by a drunk Australian. He stood on the street corner engaged in jovial conversation with a few of his inebriated buddies. We stood at the street corner also, and silently waited for the light to change that we could traverse the street. The man, in his happy, drunken state, fixated on the contents of the clear tote we carried.

"Are those muffins?" He asked. (Now, you must recall this man was Australian. So, despite the normality of the words written here, the speech was not normal. As is the case with the Australian dialect, all vowels have somewhere between 5 and 25 vowel sounds per vowel. Imagine a man attempting to speak with a two inch marble in his mouth. That would sound about right. I will not attempt to regurgitate the speech in writing as it attacked the ear. I will leave that to your imagination.)

The man did not wait for our answer. He continued on in exuberance. "It's a bag of muffins!" For some reason muffins excited him. In his excitement he did not realize that a bag is a sight different from a tote. We'll forgive him though. The man then excitedly ran out into traffic. He waved his arms frantically overhead. His cigarette glowed with the motion. "Everybody stop!" He continued in his dreadful accent. "Bag o' muffins coming though!"

We obliged the idiot and crossed the street. Had shock not affected our sensed we would have granted him a muffin, to be sure. Sadly, our senses had been affected and thanks we did not proffer. It is doubtful he desired thanks, though—his posse's raucous laughter trailed us all the way to the car. They thought it was a grand lark.

Perhaps this visible muffin business is a marketing tactic we could utilize at a later date.

This is all for now. There is little to scrawl about these days as things appear to have adhered to some sort of schedule and have become mundane to say the least. So, if there is anything I've failed to touch on that you want to hear about please let us know.