For the love of her daughter and the love of paper

It’s here! It’s here!

I feel like Steve Martin in the Jerk- the Phone Books are here! The phone books are here!

The paper drill is here!

Many of you have been in on this from the get go and know exactly why a grown woman with an MPA from a top 10 program in the country would leave her job with the potential of catapulting her into immortality as an assistant city manager in 15 years or so… for the rest of you… The Paul Harvey version…

For the love of her daughter and the love of paper.

I love paper. All kinds; all colors. I love it so much that when I decided to stay home with our then 4 week old Peep, I told Slick that I wanted to open a stationery store. Peeper and I even went so far as to drive around scouting locations-(two of which were later inhabited by paper stores.)

Slick suggested wisely that perhaps selling invitations from home might be a more prudent move for a woman unwilling to leave her precious cargo in the hands of anyone for more than 2 hours at a stretch.

Where would I put the Peep while I was working??

So I started working from home.

Slowly.

Then I had a grand epiphany last fall, FOUR years later, and decided to branch out.

WAY out.

So now I am the proud owner of a new Martin Yale 101 Paper Drill which I will use to create super cute note pads bound with a knot of color coordinated ribbon- Knotty Knotes.

Just look at those holes.

It operates virtually without noise. So no worries that I might miss an episode of "Murder She Wrote" while working. I’ll be able to watch and drill and tie and box.

Wow am I excited.

I’ve already made 40 holes. I’ve read the instructions three times.

That was before I turned it on.

It is a piece of machinery, dude. I wanted to make sure I was not going to drill through the breakfast room table. I mean we can take appropriate amounts of the house off of our taxes since I work from here, but a new table on the business because I might have put a hole in the old one was definitely not an option.

So unlike Slick, I read the directions.

Come over. I might let you try it.