String Cheese and It's Not You, It's Me!

ZB made a STUNNING discovery.

His cheese has trivia on it.

Yeah, I know-- I'm not sure how the world turned without this feature beforehand, but now I'm getting my daily quiz on cows and dairyland and my life is complete.

Also?

I went searching for a website designer, because, well, my last website designer was an amalgam of me and Mate, and since neither of us are actually, uh, pro's at it, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I'd want someone who knew what they were doing, to make me look good. Vain, I know, but I'm sort of hoping good things will come of it.

Anyway-- I went through Thumbtack, because it seemed like a nice, impersonal way to interview people and check out their work, and since there's a general "decline" or "I picked someone else" button, I was thinking "Great! It's like speed dating! Except you don't have to look anyone in the eye!" Because, you know, the worst thing about dating is the, "Uhm, I had a great time at the build a burger place, and I understand that you thought $10 would cover the whole date, and no, your roommate didn't creep me out AT ALL, but I'd rather not see you again. Ever."

I mean, it sucks to reject people, right?

So I thought that maybe the Thumbtack thing would make it happen without the pitiful "I'm so sorry, it's not you, it's me.  I swear, ME!" of looking around for a web designer.

I underestimated the competitiveness of the market, because this morning I got an, "Amy, was it the budget consideration?" email, and I heard it, clear like a church bell in my head:

"Was it something I said?"

And now I'm dodging a Thumbtack e-mail because I rejected a web designer.

It's a good thing I met Mate early, then grabbed on and held on for life.

I'm really bad at this dating thing.