How does it feel to package 480 chocolate pops and then have to repackage 380 of them due to inadequate bows (In 2 days plus 2 hours this morning)? It sucks. Emily asked me today, "how are your fingers not bleeding?" But we got it done. According to Marie, the order was due tomorrow, but she was like "I think we can get them done sooner. I'll give Berry (the guy it was for) a call and tell him he can pick it up today."
...why? I don't know, we could have kept the original date and not have stressed out so much. Oh well. The order was done in time and I don't have to think about it anymore.
And you guys still need to taste our pops!
Question to Anna Beth: What does no fiction day consist of?
and when will I get the script for our next cartoon of Art and Science?