I always joke that I promised Panga, my cat, that some day I would get her a better place to hang out.
And, by golly, I delivered, going from a pillow on the rack next to the register, to her own spot on a desk in the backroom. I had to take that away from her for display space, but she's found a private spot behind one of the bookshelves.
Ten years ago, when I was....lets just say, younger...Pegasus carried only comics and cards. Now...the works...books, games, toys, etc. etc.
Boy, I must be really successful.
I decided to pamper myself. Downstairs in the basement, I have a convertible chair my Dad built, that can be spread out to create a kind of cot. If I ever get kicked out the house, I'll have a place to sleep.
It's all so delicious.
It's so comforting, after working all day in my store, to go down those stairs and hang out. Looking at the bare rock walls. (Real rock!) I get radio reception down there, and I'm thinking maybe I could hook up a micro wave.
All the comforts of home.
And, of course, I'll always have books and comics and toys to decorate the place. I need to move around some of the storage boxes, but I'm sure I'd be the envy of every geek and nerd out there.
Ah, the good life.
Aren't I just so darned special?
And, by golly, I delivered, going from a pillow on the rack next to the register, to her own spot on a desk in the backroom. I had to take that away from her for display space, but she's found a private spot behind one of the bookshelves.
Ten years ago, when I was....lets just say, younger...Pegasus carried only comics and cards. Now...the works...books, games, toys, etc. etc.
Boy, I must be really successful.
I decided to pamper myself. Downstairs in the basement, I have a convertible chair my Dad built, that can be spread out to create a kind of cot. If I ever get kicked out the house, I'll have a place to sleep.
It's all so delicious.
It's so comforting, after working all day in my store, to go down those stairs and hang out. Looking at the bare rock walls. (Real rock!) I get radio reception down there, and I'm thinking maybe I could hook up a micro wave.
All the comforts of home.
And, of course, I'll always have books and comics and toys to decorate the place. I need to move around some of the storage boxes, but I'm sure I'd be the envy of every geek and nerd out there.
Ah, the good life.
Aren't I just so darned special?