Like most people who work at desks for a living, my husband is slightly suspicious of my new freelance lifestyle. He called me the other day – a day when I was supposed to be looking at houses – and he heard the TV on in the background. “What are you doing, hon?” he asked.
“I’m watching ‘Flip This House,'” I replied. “It’s research.”
Perhaps a result of the 72 straight hours of kidding I had to endure about that, I thought I’d do some nose-to-the-grindstone work: I put down the remote and picked up the telephone.