For weeks, I walked around with my Kevlar vest on. I knew that the guys with famous elbows from Men With Pens were coming over to my place on December 14th. I debated whether or not to tidy up the place, hide the dust bunnies and shove the clutter into a Rubbermaid bin.
Nah, I thought to myself. Gotta let it all hang out. After all, that was the whole purpose of having the hired guns shoot up the place. I simply tightened up my vest, put on my protective glasses and waited.
Check it out:
Drive-By -Shooting Sunday: Deaf Mom World
I knew I had one ace that they couldn’t touch– after all, the talented Harry designed the banner for this blog. I was really surprised to learn that Harry thought he could touch it up a bit:
“Well, it’s a nice sign,” James paused at the door, looking back over his shoulder. “It’s simple, clean, fresh looking and it’s clear what this place is all about.” That was a bonus in itself. He would have inverted the green and blue of the title of the sign for better readability, but beyond that, he liked the globe and the arrow that showed where this woman lived.
Then again, James was biased. And so was Harry.
Still, that doesn’t mean we can’t critique our own work. The drops of water on the globe seem a little out of place, and we would have removed that. The color scheme chosen to match the existing site is a nice choice, though, giving a welcoming effect from the start. Nicely done.
My husband also commented about the water drop when he first saw the banner, but I like it. I love how it symbolizes my favorite place to be– out on the water at Christie Lake. It also reminds me of my waterskiing memories. So that water drop is staying.
I was happy that they left me mostly intact and that I didn’t have to head to the hospital for major surgery. Unfortunately, the clean up will have to wait until after the holidays, so the readers will have to deal with the clutter for a while.
I’m just very, very disappointed in James and Harry. They came dressed from head to toe in black and wore ski masks.
I didn’t even catch a glimpse of a naked elbow.