Write a four line poem about a: snowflake. Or about snowflakes. Whichever.
I made a grand total of $24 in card sales this morning. Considering the fact that I paid $30 for the pleasure of being there, that ain't exactly ideal.
But I got paid for my product shoot (I'll be sure to share the link to the website once the pictures are up on it) and I got paid for the six boxes of apples. Throw in a $20 tip from the appreciative apple customer and it's not so bad.
Still, though. Twenty-four friggin' dollars.
And, hey, look! Christmas is right around the corner!
He's fully formed and ready
For his slow fall to begin,
And to get going with the
Eternal search for his twin