Write about: the consultant.
Max and I both had much happier days today. Which is quite something on his part, seeing as he has come down with yet another cold. Kat's got it as well, but so far I've managed to avoid it. Just gotta keep moving, right?
Hoping they're both healthy enough to meet our new niece, who is expected to arrive via scheduled c-section Tuesday morning.
Because, uh, I'd feel kinda guilty about going to see her without them. Especially Kat. She seemed unimpressed this evening when I promised to take lots of pictures...
"I'm sorry, you're a what?"
"You heard me."
"... I guess I did. So you, like, do this professionally?"
"Absolutely. And I make a very good living doing what I do."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Well, not everyone in my field can afford the suits that I can afford. Then again, I'm one of the very best."
"I imagine the competition is fierce."
"You're mocking me when you should be hiring me. I could be the difference maker you never knew you needed."
"Do you guarantee your results?"
"Of course. Happy client, happy consultant. More references from you, happier bank account for me."
"You got a business card or something?"
"Take three, pass them out to your buddies. From what I've seen, they could use me almost as badly as you do. That is, assuming you're not going to hire me for yourself."
"I didn't say that. Let me look at that."
"Take your time."
"Huh, it even says it right here: Professional Mini Golf Consultant."
"Give me a week and you'll be getting nothing but hole-in-ones on every course in the Midwest."