fracas

I’m seriously considering just shaving off all my hair. It would be less painful than the alternative, that being the removal of the fraccy hair by way of my own grubby little paws.

The other day, I, in search of a prize to award the lovely Sylvie Dixie and the entertaining Daddy Papersurfer, called upon the fraccy sis (whom you all know and love as LindaC) and arranged for said prizes. LindaC happens to have a talented and creative daughter, and it also so happens that this daughter was in the beginning stages of a witty and wonderful t-shirt business.

I couldn’t think of a better pair of folks to be the first recipients of her work, and so I ordered up two of her finest, for two of my finest. (DaddyP had best relish that moment there… )

Why should that make me pull out my own hair?

Well, in the span of only a few days, the t-shirt site has gone from a secret plan shared with a (sometimes big-mouthed) sister/aunt, to this, and here I sit… with my own domain name collecting dust because I can’t seem to get my own act together and just get it done.

I’ve spanked myself and told myself to just do it, and so today I’m pulling out my hair trying to find a theme that has everything I want.

I may indeed, be bald by tonight. If I am, I promise to post a picture. In the meanwhile, why don’t you have a sneak peek at what’s coming from Linda, version 2.0?