Monday, August 9, 2010

The Sound of Sunshine

Yesterday we signed the franchise agreement and sent it off. Query whether the stoner dude at the 24 hour FedEx/Kinkos understood that we wanted him to ship it for us.

Anyway, it should be on its way.

After putting it in the mail, I didn't feel like popping champagne. I didn't feel like shopping. I just felt like running. So I ran down the parkway listening to Michael Frianti's "The Sound of Sunshine" over and over and grinning from ear to ear.

We just bought ourselves a franchise! (Of course, we have to build it first but details, details.)


  1. YAY!!

    I went to a margarita bar this weekend. They have like 15 regular flavors, but also add a few "seasonal" ones. One of the seasonal flavors was Red Bull. A friend ordered it. It was absolutely as disgusting as it sounds. UTTER BLASPHEMY. Poor margaritas getting a bad name from this place mixing tequila with red bull. ICK. But my lime on the rocks with salt was delicious.

  2. I second that yay!

    So, when can we find out what you'll be selling?

  3. Woot! I might just have to go out and get me some you-know-what in celebration.