Modean's New Business Venture

Truffles. That's where the future lies. Our new backyard has every variety of mushroom growing, I've tried them all, and none would be commercially marketable as gourmet foods. But last night as I was digging up a mole tunnel, I smelled it. You can't miss that smell- truffles. They're underneath the tree that was struck by lightning. So I spent most of the evening digging and digging but I wasn't able to gather any before mom came out and made me come inside. To add insult to injury, she had to clean off my feet before she'd let me in the house. I hate that. Leave my damn feet alone, woman!

So this morning I made a little more headway, and then big stupidhead Goofch had to come over and lie down right in the middle of where I was digging. So my search for venture capital will have to be postponed until this evening.

Little victories: Today I figured out how to wire our bachelor pad for a second phone line, and once I can get a laptop computer we'll be able to surf the web without having to use the upstairs computer. All that without the use of thumbs, thank-you-very-much!