Ya Done Good!

Well, this was a tough week and weekend! My husband runs a small wholesale business selling a line of massage pillows and our vendor that has had a booth at the Durham Fair (we are from Connecticut, for all you readers who have no clue where I am.) for the last several years, retired. So we decided to try our hand at selling retail. SIGH!!! We rented a booth in the Commercial building and the adventure began. First of all, those are some LONG hours. 9am to 11pm Friday and Saturday and 9am-7pm on Sunday!

Anyway - so we hired some people to help us in the booth and one of my clients/friend (her name is Charlene.) offered to take a few shifts. I arrived at the fair salivating, with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head - more specifically - visions of fried dough pizza, french fries and humongous donuts...get the picture? Afterall, if I had to be there standing on my feet for endless hours, wasn't I entitled?

So Charlene shows up and she's carrying this cooler bag. I'm blabbing away about fair food and she says, "Oh, I brought my own food." WHAT!!!! WHY????????? What is WRONG with you? This is what she says, "After all those lunges! Do you think I'm going to eat fair food????" I felt like she socked me in the stomach. And then it came to me. WOW - I must be a GOOD trainer! My clients are actually getting IT! Then I woke up....

What she really said was "I brought my own food because you were going to here. You're my trainer! I can't eat fair food in front of you!"

Oh, well, whatever it takes!!! See you in a few days!