My Hubby's Caca may-mee Schemes

I adore my husband for many reasons. One of them is that he's always coming up with some idea that might just make us a lot of money. We've had a number of web-based businesses, (most of which meant I had to do a lot of work). Most of them have not worked out-- YET. I say yet because I am quite certain that one day one WILL work out.

Last night, we watched a pretty cool movie called BAAADASSSSS! Which I recommend. But after this scene that showed the young entrepreneurial protagonist when he was a kid learning how to deal with his "little business," Andrew told me a story about himself when he was a boy.

His Aunt Geneva owned a ranch out in the hill country. Young Andrew heard his mother discussing how cow poo was the best thing in the world for a garden. So, already the man he would be in many ways, young Andrew went around and collected cow poo in bags. Then, when he returned home to suburbia, where "everyone had gardens" he put said cow poo in his little red wagon and went door to door selling it for fifty cents a bag. He sold out of his product and made a pretty good penny. He figures the folks who bought his coveted fertilizer probably felt pretty good about the deal they got. And he, young salesman, felt pretty good about the money he made.

Did he become Cow Poo king of the subdivision? Nah. I guess one time was enough for him. But I love this story because it is so him. He's always thinking of something that might make some cash, and he will try pretty much anything, and he's unembarrassable.

One day, he's going to be a crazy old Ross Perot type of rich guy, out there talking his talk cause he's going to have found some cockamay-mee scheme (ca ca may mee maybe). And no one who knows him will be very surprised.