Guys, I am all up in a dilemma.  I finally sold something on Etsy to a stranger--which is different from Becca buying buying my peacock book (though that was also very awesome--Becca is a pretty good kid folks, you should probably give her a compliment next time you see her or something). But this is like, some random person in the world who will have something that I made and gave me money for it.  That is a) pretty rad, but also b) kinda sad? (I try to make all my conflicting emotions rhyme, keeps things simpler.)  The thing is, I love my Happy Whale Pillow, and now I have to send it to some stranger's house and never see it again!  What if they're not nice to it?  How can they ever love him as much as I do?  Man, the problem with forming  emotional attachments to inanimate objects is that you get screwed when you try to sell them.  

So anyway, the lesson is that in order to succeed in life, I have to shut my heart and become a cold and jaded woman of the world and care only for the money I can squeeze out of the buying crowd.  So, I guess I should go find a Dickens novel and villain it up?  

Goodbye, Happy Whale Pillow.  I'll never forget you.