Kate still has two arms, which is good...

She caught her left forearm between a heavy mail-sorting table and a countertop that's screwed into the wall of our new home office (thrilling pictures to follow). After reattaching the legs I was standing the table up and she was guiding it into place when she said, "Stop!" Wasn't that easy because the thing was, as I said, solid wood and heavy.

"Which way should I move it?" I said.

"I don't know!"

After a few seconds of helpfully standing there trying to move the table and not move the table, she managed to free herself, escaping with a nice bruise about an inch wide, going around her entire forearm.

Sort of looks like a tattoo popular among weight lifters and frat boys. Except instead of meaningful Celtic or Asian symbols, it's just a bruise.

In Spring, when a young woman's thoughts turns to HOLY CRAP WE'RE BUSY

Things have changed. We've been getting emails every day and lots of new customers for weddings in July and August. Plenty of custom design requests too.

Also, we've begun working with Trampoline Design, a couple of fantastic graphic designers here in our fair city. We'd like to thank them for looking us up.

We're on The Knot. I need to calm down.

We bought an ad on theknot.com, hoping we'd pick up some steam in the New York City market.

It's been two weeks and we haven't heard a peep yet. We've tracked dozens of hits on our Web site, but the only invitation orders we've received have been from our Google ads (thanks, customers!)

I mentioned this to my friendly The Knot representative, who reminded me that it's only been two weeks. I'll thank her for not adding the word "jackass" to her response.

But suddenly I am empathizing with all those jumpy, impatient businesspeople I've dealt with over the years at my day job who couldn't get me to write about their dumb little ventures fast enough.

"Uh, yes...we ARE the leading supplier of dog-wig solutions in the tri-county area, so we think a front-page story would be appropriate. Can we get that in tomorrow?"

Wow, did those calls irk me. And I always sort of understood that they are just looking out for their business. But now I understand, in italics, no less...

When you put everything you have into a business -- your free time, your credit limit and most of your cash -- you quickly lose patience. I want results, dammit! Bring to me wealthy wedding planners. This I command!

Of course, it would be foolish to actually say things like that. Good thing no one reads this. Also, I was kidding earlier about my day job. I actually work here.

Next step: World Domination!

In case you haven't heard the news, Crooked Spoke Press greeting cards are now available in select fine retail outlets! Buy some today!

But WHERE, you say?

At Greenwich Letterpress in NYC, or at Red Fox Books in downtown Glens Falls!

Thanks to Dan, and his tireless hoofing of the pavement to get us in stores. Sales is in his blood.