I somehow managed to spend much of the past two days on the phone, and to my dismay, I am close to missing today’s deadline. I’ll make it, but I don’t like sliding in by the non-existent skin of my teeth.
I don’t often link to my weekly biz profiles here, because, unless you’re in Ashvegas, they’re probably not compelling, but this one, about our 31-year-old homemade ice cream shop, is fun.
Plus, who can resist photos of a cute baby chowing on cotton candy ice cream. I’ve decided that I should borrow a baby for every business photo shoot I do. Or maybe I should alternate taking a baby and Biscuit along. Because, really, the newspaper photos that people seem to like the most contain either babies or dogs.
Also, I believe if you’re going to eat ice cream, you should eat only the best. Unfortunately for my wallet, I believe that about most food.
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What a good story. I too learned the lesson, sometimes the hard way, that my daugther (and my son), is a unique individual with her own interests. Now that she’s an adult, and I thrive on it.
Laura Nelson (AKA jones)