That, in all seriousness, is the nicest, most beautiful thing anyone has ever said about me. Thank you!![]()
On reflection, I thought it made you sound a bit like one of those Hallmark characters.

That, in all seriousness, is the nicest, most beautiful thing anyone has ever said about me. Thank you!![]()
I’d have to have a better name, something to make the ladies swoon, like Burley Treefeller or something like that.On reflection, I thought it made you sound a bit like one of those Hallmark characters.![]()
So so goodI’d have to have a better name, something to make the ladies swoon, like Burley Treefeller or something like that.
Ahhhh, I’m getting picture…me bedecked (can a Burley be bedecked? Maybe kitted out?) in a red flannel shirt (over a fatigue sweater) and Wrangler jeans (tight fittin’ of course), living as a recluse up the side of a mountain, nursing a broken heart courtesy of my high school sweetheart, who left me for the star quarterback and homecoming king, only to find that now, 20 years later, she’s returned from the big city as a real estate developer, tasked with turning the mountain into yet another soulless ski resort, but not to worry, because even though we’re initially at odds, it’s obvious the old magic is there, and through my steadfast guardianship of the natural beauty of the mountain (not to mention my timber-like arms, tree trunk legs, and…oh well, let’s stop the wood analogies before I get into trouble!), she begins to understand that life isn’t all about the next big development, the next contract…it’s about something a little more important…that feeling of being in a special place with that special someone…and now kiss like you’re fond of each other, but a wholesome fondness, not some sicko sex fondness…and CUT! That’s a wrap people, let’s get this back to the studio heads and get set up for the next one we’re shooting in 3…2…1…ACTION!
We open on a small town, where Ashley Sweetbottom is struggling to make her family’s cookie bakery a success, but the bills keep piling up, and there’s a rumor the big global corporate snack cake company Tilly’s Treats is sending someone into town incognito to scout buying her out…but wait, who’s this handsome stranger who just walked in…
It practically writes itself!So so good![]()
I’d have to have a better name, something to make the ladies swoon, like Burley Treefeller or something like that.
Ahhhh, I’m getting picture…me bedecked (can a Burley be bedecked? Maybe kitted out?) in a red flannel shirt (over a fatigue sweater) and Wrangler jeans (tight fittin’ of course), living as a recluse up the side of a mountain, nursing a broken heart courtesy of my high school sweetheart, who left me for the star quarterback and homecoming king, only to find that now, 20 years later, she’s returned from the big city as a real estate developer, tasked with turning the mountain into yet another soulless ski resort, but not to worry, because even though we’re initially at odds, it’s obvious the old magic is there, and through my steadfast guardianship of the natural beauty of the mountain (not to mention my timber-like arms, tree trunk legs, and…oh well, let’s stop the wood analogies before I get into trouble!), she begins to understand that life isn’t all about the next big development, the next contract…it’s about something a little more important…that feeling of being in a special place with that special someone…and now kiss like you’re fond of each other, but a wholesome fondness, not some sicko sex fondness…and CUT! That’s a wrap people, let’s get this back to the studio heads and get set up for the next one we’re shooting in 3…2…1…ACTION!
We open on a small town, where Ashley Sweetbottom is struggling to make her family’s cookie bakery a success, but the bills keep piling up, and there’s a rumor the big global corporate snack cake company Tilly’s Treats is sending someone into town incognito to scout buying her out…but wait, who’s this handsome stranger who just walked in…
That's me, the mystery shopper!I’d have to have a better name, something to make the ladies swoon, like Burley Treefeller or something like that.
Ahhhh, I’m getting picture…me bedecked (can a Burley be bedecked? Maybe kitted out?) in a red flannel shirt (over a fatigue sweater) and Wrangler jeans (tight fittin’ of course), living as a recluse up the side of a mountain, nursing a broken heart courtesy of my high school sweetheart, who left me for the star quarterback and homecoming king, only to find that now, 20 years later, she’s returned from the big city as a real estate developer, tasked with turning the mountain into yet another soulless ski resort, but not to worry, because even though we’re initially at odds, it’s obvious the old magic is there, and through my steadfast guardianship of the natural beauty of the mountain (not to mention my timber-like arms, tree trunk legs, and…oh well, let’s stop the wood analogies before I get into trouble!), she begins to understand that life isn’t all about the next big development, the next contract…it’s about something a little more important…that feeling of being in a special place with that special someone…and now kiss like you’re fond of each other, but a wholesome fondness, not some sicko sex fondness…and CUT! That’s a wrap people, let’s get this back to the studio heads and get set up for the next one we’re shooting in 3…2…1…ACTION!
We open on a small town, where Ashley Sweetbottom is struggling to make her family’s cookie bakery a success, but the bills keep piling up, and there’s a rumor the big global corporate snack cake company Tilly’s Treats is sending someone into town incognito to scout buying her out…but wait, who’s this handsome stranger who just walked in…