I finally had enough of JB Orange Cat's wet nose on my mouse hand. Buzzed Cliff and hollered "He's touching me!" and Cliff came downstairs to collect him. My office is a half level down, so the ground outside is at eye level. JB plucks at my screen until I holler "Go around!" or make the "go around motion" at him and then he comes to the office door to be let in. But there are days like today where he refuses to settle down and stay behind the computer, which drives me bonkers.
I sold a nice refurbished set of Florian Ratchet pruners today. I kept buying new when they got dull, figuring one day I'd gather up all the knives and pruners and get them sharpened. Of course that day never came. Then I discovered that for $14 I can ship the pruners back to Florian for refurbishment and I did that with three sets last spring. Now we are talking about moving into a retirement community so figured I'd sell one of the sets before I acidentally opened it up to use.
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They didn’t say it was your fault. They said they blame you.
