I’ve been wanting to do a landscaping post, but we’ve had a much-needed rain the last few days and the ground is too squishy. Plus, the neighbor’s cat brought us a present last night and laid it on the hill behind our house. It was quite the housewarming gift.
It was a dead rat.
I’ve showered three times since finding it.
Then I made Derek shower six times after taking it away.*
Meanwhile, I’ve been busy inside. Those of you who know me know I pop out websites the way the Duggars pop out babies. My latest is for the newest incarnation of my business, in which I now have an official business name, license, and all the things I should have done a long time ago, but didn’t, because I never thought I’d still be doing this nine years later.
Here’s a sneak peek:
I used the Genesis framework from Copyblogger, and considering that the guy who runs Copyblogger is a writer like me, I figured there would be a lot of point and click areas in the back end that would make the design easy-peasy.
Nope. This guy is a codester. I lost the website trying to mess in the code, and ended up with a big to-do list for Derek so that wouldn’t happen again.
Now that it’s set up, I’m very happy with the design. The theme is mobile-responsive, which means no matter what device you view the site on, the text, graphics, menu, and sidebar “respond” to the size by optimizing themselves. Pretty sweet. Even my slider on the homepage is mobile responsive.
I always tell Derek if this pastor thing doesn’t work out, he can go into business with me. Between his web talent and my writing skills, we’d make a great team. I hope that never, ever happens since it would probably mean that the Synod, our immediate church, or Derek himself imploded, but it’s nice to know we could, if we had to. Meanwhile, I’ll enjoy the free labor in my own house. Thanks, D.
* Full disclosure: I actually just washed my hands raw, begged Derek to not do anything with it until after dinner, then sighed in relief when he went in and voluntarily showered after taking it to the curb so I wouldn’t have to avoid touching him for the rest of our lives.