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Read more »I saw a truck the other day that advertised “Husband for Hire”. I took down the number. Not because I’m looking to replace Mr. PQ any time soon, but because with all of the rigors of overseeing a new company and small business, there are a few hundred tasks around the household that have been put on delay. With the exception of a backed up sewer line, most of those tasks can be stayed for the time being with little impact on the household in general. This all got me thinking of the other “for hires” I’d like access to, such as “dog for hire” because while Ari the P&Q mascot is a noble beast, she’s basically good for about a mile walk before she prostrates herself in protest and you have to carry her. “Run me to rugby practice for hire” because the oldest Quill relinquished that post last week in pursuit of senior and new job responsibilities. “Massage my neck and shoulders at a moment’s notice, for hire”
