About this time a year ago, I woke up, checked my email as per my usual routine and noticed that there was a pingback from this blog post.

You know, as you grow as a small business, you develop customers. ┬áCustomers who challenge you to push yourself creatively. ┬áCustomers who make you laugh…and cry. (Usually the good way) Customers who become friends and are willing to drive a few hours to come to your house and help you slay a unicorn.

And then there’s Ellen, who has Tasmanian Deviled the heck out of our lives: whipped in, shaken things up and most days has us on that knife’s edge of terror and hysterical laughter.

She, however, seems to think she more resembles Wile E. Coyote.

For the love of wool, do not sell this woman an anvil.