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Thursday, January 26, 2006

relaunched

Sarahwolf.com has been relaunched.

For the past two days, Adam's been working his magic. In this instance, "working his magic" means building a pretty website and harrasssing me for content.

First, there would be the e-mail. "Hey, when you get a chance, could you write an 'About' filler?"

When I wouldn't respond within sixty seconds, he'd call. If I wasn't at my desk, he'd leave a message for me to call back. Urgent. Must call. I'd dial him, and he'd answer with a cheery "Ahoy!" followed by his favorite medley "You're never at your desk/Why haven't you checked your e-mail, baby" before he would launch into the big finish, "So, anyway, about that 'About' filler?"

It's been a frenzied two days of writing and rewriting punctuated with long discussions about fonts, colors, filler, logos and organization. At the end, Adam gave me the rough estimate he'd charge an outside client.

Thank God our wedding vows stipulated he'd do it for free. You think I'm joking, but aside from pledging to love each other until the galaxy spun itself out of existance, through household chores, bankruptcy, the rise and fall of boy bands, burnt pot roast and head colds, we also pledged to not charge each other for services rendered.

It was a really weird wedding.

Anyway, go check it out. Don't worry, I'll wait here. We can discuss when you get back.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like it! I am very impressed that she has a claw foot tub. She must be well to do. :p

I would say more about how much I like it and want to read more, but I just got off of work and my brain is fried.

But I do like it. Although I would kill her brother. A lot.

-Judy

4:11 PM  

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