Behold the person who's going to be doing some free-lance marketing stuff for an environmental company. (Yeah, that would be me, y'all.) The owners of the company are old family friends, and although they've been reasonably successful so far, they want to do more marketing. Well, I ran into the husband, and he mentioned that they needed help and if I knew anyone, to which I said I didn't, but if they needed help until they got someone in house, I'd be happy to lend a hand. And they said, "Cool!" Woo! And we settled on a healthy hourly wage, too! Double woo!

Of course, the buzzkill to all this is that the wife ended up informing me that a cousin on my dad's side was killed in a car wreck yesterday morning about midnight. (The reason she knew before Mother and I did was because she belongs to a prayer chain at the church my aunt and uncle belong to.) All we know for sure is that Gary, my cousin, and his wife were hit by an 18 year-old, and Gary died at the scene -- possibly on impact -- while his wife suffered a punctured lung and has been sedated since shortly after arriving at the hospital. He leaves behind two college-age daughters.

No word on whether the kid was fucked-up or not, but their part of the woods is getting hammered with snow right now.