In another life I think I would be a stripper. I mean, you just take your clothes off a couple of times a day and then your oversized pimp daddy in the bowling cap and fur coat hands you $1000 in rolled up notes, spanks you on the backside and you are on your way. Everybody wins.

I mean, normally I take my clothes of a couple of times per day for sleeping, showering and gardening, and never get any money for it. Something tells me I need to negotiate a new workplace agreement and get a better deal.

In some upcoming posts, I might detail some of my mad stripper moves. Or not.