Professional Finder

I'm not sure where this one came from, but this morning, Thumper announced that he wanted to make a commercial. We said we'd do it after lunch, but then we got distracted and forgot. Then he said again that he wanted to make a commercial. We said we'd do it after dinner, but then we got distracted and forgot. Then after dinner, he said it again. He also said he wanted to look like a sharp-dressed man, which here in Austin, the land of t-shirts, shorts, and flip-flops, meant a long-sleeved button shirt and jeans. He was very proud to show his outfit to his Mama. So anyway. We made a commercial. If you need a professional finder, give Thumper a call. I asked him how much he'd charge, and he said, while rolling his eyes, "It's just silly. It's not a real commercial." Fair enough.