Wednesday, September 14, 2011


For the last couple days I have been the kind of sick that is a total waste of sick days. Meaning I have been so incapacitated by illness that the 48 hours were a blur of laying very still in dark rooms (no relief from sleep), interrupted only by sudden unexpected trips to the bathroom. (sorry)

And while I am not this ill very often, when I am it throws my husband for a total loop. He is stressed out and lonely waiting for me to get better and not knowing quite want to do with himself.

Yesterday, while I was curled up in the bed, Dan crept very quietly into the bedroom. Moved slowly across the the carpet and peered over my blanket covered shoulder with a concerned look.

Then quietly, very quietly, he whispered, "Dubby? (my pet name, sometimes)...Dubby?"

".....what do you think I should eat?"

Monday, May 30, 2011

Enterprising Young Woman has a Question for Fayetteville's Finest

As part of my job, I sit very close to a police scanner. Most calls are boring, someone reporting a stray dog or the like. Some calls will change the scope of our news day and can be quite exciting, most recently a bank robbery.

But today's call falls into neither category. A woman called into Fayetteville dispatch asking guidance, maybe?

She explained she was a former stripper interested in, um, going into business for herself. She wondered (to dispatch) if she could give lap dances, for a charge, at her house provided she was not sleeping with her customer base. She further asked if to conduct this sort of business would require a special permit.

I never heard any follow up over the scanner from police but I have to say I appreciate that she was savvy enough to seek out professional advice before plunging into small business ownership.