So I call him Will even though he's not gay, and it makes women wonder if he's gay which serves him right for making fun of me.

It's looking like thunderstorms for much of the remainder of this week and since hanging around lightning in a metal building on a metal torch surrounded by metal is surprisingly not on my Bucket List, I'm trying to get as much torch time in as I can before the bottom falls out.

Which means I'm not particularly chatty today.  Ok, that's kind of a lie.  I'm super chatty.  It's just that I'm on a short torch break shoving a giant peach cobbler muffin into my face while I list a few new treasures on Etsy...and if you ever saw me try to walk and chew gum at the same time you'd realize this much multi-tasking is beyond my skill set.    Seriously.  My best friend calls me Grace.