So I’m shutting down the little business, because it has become increasingly apparent to me that trying to run a business with toddler twins around is like trying to keep Kate Moss away from blow. They girls have decided that even though they clearly still need naps, they’re only going to take them randomly, perhaps a few times a week (if that), and by the end of most days I am so exhausted I can barely see straight. Naps notwithstanding, I’m sure you can imagine how absurd it is to try to conceptualize, design and code entire websites in, like, an hour or less a day. I don’t know what I was even thinking. So since I have decided to stop pretending I don’t need sleep, I will be a little saner, but habitually having to ask the husband for coffee money is going to suck.

On the bright side, I am hoping this means I can get my blogging groove back. One of my goals with that is to speed things up a little. No, make that a lot. I edit things to death, so entires that should take minutes end up taking hours. That’s gotta stop. Another goal is a possible redesign, and maybe working getting the total number of hits a day above my age.

In celebration of my complete lack of gainful employment I went to the new Costco they inflated and set down in a field in San Luis, a field that just happens to be owned by the Madonna family (no, not that Madonna). When I arrived the parking lot was so packed I only saw about three open spaces in the entire Disneyland-sized lot. Maybe that had something to do with the gas station around back selling gas for under $3 a gallon. Hmmm. Inside, there were a few things I saw less of in the Santa Maria Costco, like Kate Spade bags (why is a $120 purse a bargain?) and $100 jeans. I heard a retired guy mutter to his wife in outrage, “$100 for a pair of jeans? Jesus Christ.” My feelings exactly. Fortunately my goal was to simply get my sister a set of flannel sheets for her little one. I managed this, and after I walked out the door I realized—DUH—she only needed one set. Buying two of everything is just an automatic reflex. But having two sheet sets is handy, hey. Anyway, in an act of penance for even walking into the place, because Ms. SM I know you’re reading this and about to throw up, I also bought a U-Haul trailer-sized box of maxi pads to donate for hurricane relief. Unfortunately when I got to the donation place there was a scrap of paper on the closed door saying they weren’t taking any more donations. Unless I can find another place taking donations I guess decades from now I’ll be using the last pads as Depends.

I took the long way home through Edna Valley. For non-locals, this is the south part of the county’s wine trail, with dozens of places to get inebriated before lunch. (Incidentally, why 10 to 5? A couple of hours before twin bedtime is precisely the hour I start thinking about killing brain cells). I took a few pictures, and everywhere I went, there was this guy also stopping to take pictures, with a big fatty of an expensive camera. For a while I hoped he’d catch up with me to see my little Flickr sticker on the car. So we could, you know, give each other the Secret Flickr Handsign. But maybe it was just as well he didn’t because the more I thought about his camera and my camera the more I thought the handsign I’d give him would probably be the wrong one.

Oh, and we painted the bedroom, back when our babysitter was in this country. That’s a very vague and bad approximation there on the right. Depending on the light, it could either be a very light browny suede or a light lavender. I have never been happier with a paint color in my life! I am tempted to paint the entire house with it.

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