Today, I’m writing about medical technology licensing. Just a few minutes ago, I showed Bull the hives that resurfaced on my elbows, upper arms, upper legs, and small of my back. I told him that right after I got out of the bath tub (colloidal oatmeal bath), that I felt cold and that I turned off the AC in our bedroom. He noticed the goosebumps on my legs and we had the following conversation:
Bull: I see goosebumps on your legs. You’re either cold or demon possessed.
Me: If I were demon possessed, I wouldn’t sell my soul to just one demon. I’d take a page from the medical technology licensing playbook. I’d license out the use of my soul to multiple demons. And they have to renew monthly…like a subscription box.
Me: What? I like to ensure my ROI is stellar. My soul would be the investment. I want the best return possible.
In other news, I’m clearly wearing long sleeves to officiate a wedding tomorrow…the high is supposed to be 98. And this is Oklahoma. Thankfully, it’s before noon and they want something short.