My wife, Sandy, is the reason I knew Thumbtack Press would work. She double majored in Business and Sociology at UCR, she has excelled consistantly in the corporate world, and she has been frequently promoted at every job she’s ever had. She’s the kind of gal that loves—loves—to be interviewed because she really feels she has something to contribute to the position. She shines in interviews, whereas I tend to sweat interviews and constantly underemphasize my past accomplishments and abilities and stammer responses (think of a mafia interrogation). But, by contrast, I would rather stick #2 pencils in my eyes, chain myself to an office copier, and push it out of the mailroom window before I’d work in the corporate world—so it all works out for the best.

Basically I’m an dreamer with no formal business knowledge. We dreamers (♫ and I’m ♪♫ not the only one ♫♪) have ideas, and ideas, and more ideas all the time, some are just wacky, and some are brilliantly conceived designed to make us millionaires. Long story short: every idea that I have ever had has been—in Sandy’s words—”extremely dumb.” destined to fail, not thought out, poorly conceived, etc., you get the idea. Oddly enough that has never discouraged me from sharing my ideas with her and I do, often.

When I told her about my idea for Thumbtack Press my jaw almost dropped by what she said to me . . . nothing . . . that’s right, not a word, and not for a long time. She just mulled it over in her own analytical, left–brained, business–saavy, bean–counting, IRS–knowing way and accepted it for what it was; a very promising idea.

Tomorrow my wife will take an entire day off from her work to write our business plan. My thoughts will be with her, because I certainly won’t be. She will do an incredible job on it as she does so aptly everyday of her life. Thanks Hon.