Had many things up in the air last week, caused me to space out something I was supposed to do. I HATE THAT! I feel like Chris Farley in that SNL sketch where he'd interview famous people about the movies they'd been in, ask really stupid questions and then hit himself in the head saying, "stupid! stupid! stupid!"
Nothing I can do about it. Apologize, slow down and make lists - somehow writing it down helps me keep track way better than my leetle brain holding the info on it's own.
The French Market was silly. NOT at all the right venue to bring goats. It was more of an upper crust affair, the city wanted us on concrete for ease of clean-up, the EsScentuals booth was behind us maybe 10 feet.
Oh - the looks we got.
As if we were two random people hanging out in a parking lot with a couple goats... it was pretty funny. We tried to direct people to Meg's booth and to engage the people walking by.
It was cold, drizzly and COLD while we stood, in a parking lot, alienated, proverbial turds in the punchbowl, with two goats and I caught a nasty cold.