This morning I was getting some shirts ready for shipment, and decided to do an inventory. A few weeks ago someone ordered one, and I had to refund their money because I was out of their size. So, I’ve been meaning to get a handle on it…
And here’s what I have:
XL (2), 2X (2)
L (4), XL (5), 2X (11)
Evil Twin blue/gray
lots of every size except 3X (0)
So, there you go. I still have quite a few shirts, and will be dragging the “distribution center” to the basement again on Saturday, because Toney’s cousin will be staying with us on Monday night.
I believe the Evil Twin design is the best one we’ve done, and the others are pretty cool as well. And isn’t it high time for some fresh shirt-action for spring? I believe it is. Here’s your link.
I can’t guarantee you’ll look as cute as Melissa (our unofficial model) while wearing one, but anything’s possible. Within reason… So, order away, peeps! Lessen my weekend load, won’t you?
And I hesitate to talk about this too early in the process, but I’m proud of it and don’t want to wait until it’s “perfect.” The site is still very much a work in process (WIP), but you’ll get the general idea. I’m going to feature all our Further Evidence links there, along with other foolishness I find on the internet.
The little descriptions will hopefully add to the experience, and we’ll see how it goes. The reason I’m proud of it is because I solved a coding problem today, with no outside help. I was smiling like a retard at a taffy pull.
Another cool thing? I just came up with the idea a couple days ago, and it’s on the internet today. I’m looking at it as an outgrowth of the Surf Report, if you know what I mean, and will attempt to maintain it myself. But nothing’s cast in stone…
I’m running a freaking shuttle bus today, and need to pick up the older Secret (again) in about thirty minutes. I can’t focus…
To follow-up on yesterday’s discussion about public service announcements, do any of my fellow West Virginians remember TV commercials warning kids not to pick up blasting caps? The things are used in mining, and were apparently littered across the landscape during the 1970s (who the hell knows?). And from what I understand, they can flat-out ruin your week.
Was that just a WV thing? Or were blasting caps a problem everywhere in those days?
I’m going to leave you now with a Question. I’d like to know your attitude toward expiration dates on food. Are you a slave to the date, and believe that the moment the clocks strikes twelve the food goes bad? I know a couple of people like that…
Me? I don’t even pay attention to the date, unless something tastes a little off. Then I check. And I figure they’ve built a little wiggle-room into it, and don’t take the date literally.
What about you? What’s your stance on expiration dates? Tell us about it in the comments.
Also, if you have any stories to tell about spoiled food, we’d like to hear (read) those as well. Chunky milk stories, etc. are usually a rich vein of comedy. So, let’s hear it. Use the comments link below.
And I’ll see you guys next time.
Have a great day!