Where have you been Female SpazDog?

Sick from a stick.
Apparently working a day job, volunteering, mothering and owning a business kind of wears you down. So much so that when you defy the laws of physics to step on stick and puncture the top of your foot, it turns into evil infection that turns you into the gimping Female SpazDog.
But then the universe has to have some giggles. So then I am turned into gimping Female SpazDog with pink eye.
But because you have to make the story even more compelling, the doctor has to give you antibiotics for your foot and eye that you are allergic to so that you turn into the gimping non-functioning Female SpazDog with pink eye.

But I am on the mend. Enough that I helped out with Free Comic Book Day. More about that in a day or two.

Our Brush with the Secret Service

Ok, so really it was just a phone call, but it was still strange to be calling them. In case you are unaware, the secret service handles investigation of counterfeit money. Yup, the SpazDog got passed a fake $20.

How stupid do we feel? As soon as we swiped it with our counterfeit pen, it turned black immediately. By that time, the thief was long gone.

Yup....Sigh....

Anyway, if you see a blond trailer trash type who is completely tweeked out, wearing tank top three sizes too small and dragging a scraggly looking kid, beware of the money she will give you.
It's probably fake.

Death = $$$

Ok, for those of you who think I do this for the love of comics, you might not want to read this. Because the truth of the matter is, I am doing it for my hubby. All I want is for him to do what he loves. Secondary to that, I don't want to lose my shirt doing it.
So how happy was I when I heard from hubby early yesterday afternoon that our sales totals were double our average day. Why? Apparently Captain America had been shot. Hmm, I say we start shooting up all sorts of superheroes if that's what sells.
I know, I know, people were only buying to own a piece of history. That's cool. I just hope a few of them open the book and see something they like.


My favorite comment the whole day:
I told my Dear Auntie what a great day we were having.
She asked, "Why?"
I said, "Captain America died today."
Her response, "Oh, was he old?"


Oh to go back to those days when I probably would have asked the same question!

I am officially one of them...

****SPOILER ALERT***** (if you haven't read Civil War #7 and don't want to know what happened, don't read this post until you have.)

I was reading Civil War #7 the other day. (Still not one of them.)

As I was reading it, I was thinking to myself, "Hmmm, if Mr. Fantastic gets shot while he's all stretched out does it do less damage or more damage when he shrinks back down?" (Getting close to nerdom, but not quite there.)

I then turned to ask my hubby and Magic Card Dude their opinion on the matter.

DING!! DING!! DING!! --- We have a winner!! She is officially a comic book nerd.

This kid won't take a hint

Ninja Kid is back...again. Today he rummaged through Daniel's stuff to "find cool cards." Are you shitting me? I told him that I was tired of him coming in here and acting like he lived here. I told him not to touch Daniel's stuff any more.
SOMEONE KILL ME!!!
Other than that, it's a boring day today.

New Rule at the Store

Ninja kid's mom didn't even wait to see if we would ever open the store today. The Ninja kid and friend were waiting at the door before opening. I asked how long he was planning to stay. He said, "About 4:00 o'clock or so."
Uh, I don't think so!
I layed out the new rule for them. Unattended kids can only stay 3 hours.
They were gone by 1:00PM. My babysitting days are over!

Grammar and Bad Ass

How many times can you use the word Bass Ass in a 5 minute conversation?
How many different parts of speech can bad ass be used as?

I know these questions are keeping you up late at night. I shall give you an answer...

How many times can you use the word Bass Ass in a 5 minute conversation?
6 times.

How many different parts of speech can it be used in?
3 - adjective, adverb, and noun

(adjective) You have some bad ass stuff in this store.

(adverb-describing an adjective) Do you have any bad ass 12 or 20 sided dice?

(noun) Kevin Smith is bad ass.

I am sure you can think of more, but these came from a true conversation I had 5 minutes ago with new customer. Maybe I will slip a thesaurus in his bag next time he comes in?

Our New Permenant Fixture

For the past three weeks we have had the same Ninja Kid in our store. You know the type 12 going on 42. He knows everything there is to know about everything.
Week 1, he stayed for 4 hours.
Week 2, he stayed for 6 hours.
This is week 3 and he has been here for 2 1/2 hours. The reason for the short time frame? We opened 2 hours later than normal!
Mom drops him off with no food and $20 bucks. Last week he had starburst for lunch while we ate pizza. (I am not cruel, just don't want to be sued for giving someone else's kid food poisoning.)
When he started bullying my Dear Son into getting cheats for his Nintendo game on our cash register computer, I lost it. The friend he brought with him this week "got it" and has now been trying to get him to leave for the past 20 minutes. He has to finish his level before he can leave.
If you work for Child Proective Services, feel free to drop by any Saturday and add to your caseload.


2/27/07 ****Update**** No Ninja Kid this week. Did my powers of ultimate PMS work? Find out next week!

We got "jacked"

We had these older kids hanging out. I was busily sorting the "S's". You know Spider-man, Superman, She-Hulk, Surrogates...there are a crap load of S titles. Hubby was pimping the comics hard. (Two new subscribers in one hour, not bad eh?)

The kids leave without buying anything. (The big clue we missed.)

Moments later Loyal Skater Kid comes in and says, "You know those two kids who came in? They just jacked two comics."

***Sigh***

We thanked Loyal Skater Kid and gave him another free poster.

You gotta pay off your informants. Maybe I should pay Loyal Skater Kid protection?

Or not.

Fashion vs. Business

I am in a horrible dilemma. Hubby has asked me to stop by Other Cool Comic Book Owner's store and pick up a few comic books. I just realized in horror, I am in the same dress I wore last time I was there. What do I do?
1) Go in and joke, "Yeah, this is the only dress I own."
2) Try to hit one of their locations that I haven't been seen in the dress.
3) Pretend I forgot and say, "Oh yeah, how funny you caught that?"

UGGG!!!!!



Hubby just called, I have to go to a different store and the Other Cool Comic Book Owner's wife is there, not him. My secret is safe!