Well that picnic table was an omen that still after seventeen years of working together Sand and I are still struggling to get our first product on the market. That picnic table should have said: This is not going to be a picnic. So if anyone should care about two people who have tried and tried to get started and have been beat ‘n up and dragged through the mud, and if they could help in any way possible.
I have since adopted Sand as my step sister for all these years she has believed in my dream and helped me, and I should say that I was adopted at age seven so it was easy to adopt someone as nice as her. We share a rental house and I have a desk now and a computer! Oh boy! We would love to hear from you and any thoughts of how we could get this going in the right direction.
Like I said: It hasn’t been a picnic. (The end fable? No, the end table—well kind of.)
