Open Thread

cookies are excellent murder weapons.
especially hand-made cookies.
several english murder stories have been written around that plot premise.

It’s becoming: The ‘Case’ of the Silent Mr. B.

Biff, I’m the schlub who is going out there after lunch. I’m putting it off for as long as possible, hoping the rain washes the snow away. I also hate wasting the snow melt, that stuff is expensive. I’ll put some down as I know this mess will turn to ice after it stops. The sainted tenant bought some ice melt, as did I, so we are good for this storm, anyway.

Wasder, business is very slow. I’m trying to use this time to clean and organize my workspace, as well as make some samples and work on the website, but I find myself wasting a lot of time on a certain blog. Prying myself from the computer soon, and doing some work. I spent some time at the Gift Show at the Javits yesterday. There were more people there than I thought there would be, and people were writing orders, although probably smaller ones than usual. Vendors were offering deals, and I’m sure only selling COD or credit card orders, none of this net 60 stuff anymore, except to large, established clients.

acerbic bastardy? According to Ringo we are only supposed to ooh and aah on this site.

cmu, can we please refer to it as the “case” of the disappearing kitchen? That would add more of an air of mystery to it, like a Hardy Boys novel.