Striking out

Bettie Bookish: Entrepreneur.

That's right, I'm going freelance again. Hide the children. Batten the hatches. Send me work.

Actually, I'm working on a couple of really cool projects. I can't say much more because you'll steal all my good ideas and make the millions of dollars that are mine MINE.

That's right - I said millions. (Thanks, Oprah, for helping me clarify my instructions to the universe!)

I will share a funny conversation I had about one of my ideas with a kid who obviously grew up in a different environment than I did.

Me: The only problem with my idea is that I hate selling and don't want to spend my time finding sponsors.

Kid Who Drives A Saab: What are you talking about? Go to a couple cocktail parties at the country club and you'll have all the sponsors you need.

Yes - and then a silver unicorn will fly out of my ass and take me straight to Diamondtown.

Heh. Country Club.

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That idea you have? I already had it. And I'm wearing my crocs to a cocktail party tonight and then I'll get the millions...but don't worry because Oprah will still give you a car.