This is why I have a hard time giving myself enough credit for running my own business: even when exciting things happen, I somehow inevitably end up taking a Third World mode of transport to an important meeting.
Grandpa took me up on my offer. He’s taking the red eye to New York with his octogenarian man-friend and will be sitting in the fourth row.
I hope that, if I can spot him from the stage, I don’t tell the entire audience about this special guest. I tend to have verbal diarrhea problems like [...]
Somebody has got to teach me how to talk to the press.
While wasting time this morning (that would be after accidentally sleeping in until 10:30), I decided to Google my name. Go ahead and do it yourself now. I’ll wait.
Isn’t pretty, is it? Something must be done about my raging case of verbal diarrhea.
As a [...]
