I've been on the road all week, in the Baton Rouge/New Orleans area. My original plans for this week were cancelled mid-morning Monday, so I literally threw this trip together at the last minute. It's been pretty successful so far.

Yesterday I finally met the boss lady at one of my biggest customers. I had heard dreadful tales about her from the men who work under her, and her phone calls and emails to me had reinforced the impression. I was a little worried about our meeting. Well, she turned out to be charming, delightful, and very reasonable. We even discovered that she painted her bathroom the same shade of orange that I used in my office! We hit it off so well that I am positive that we would be best friends if we lived in the same town. You'd think that I would have learned by now not to form an impression based on other people's stories, but I seem to have to learn that lesson over and over again.

Last night I had a lot of dreams, the way you do when you're really tired. In one of them, I pulled on a pair of jeans and discovered to my dismay that they were so big through the waist that I couldn't keep them on. Now let me tell you, if I could find a single pair of pants that buttoned easily, much less were too big, I would be doing a happy dance. What in the world was my subconscious thinking!

For those who were puzzled by my Wordless Wednesday picture, it was a seashell -- a live seashell. I thought it was so cool the way it left the track in the sand. We so often forget that those pretty little shells were living things.