He's back. And so am I.
His excuse? I have no idea.
My excuse? I had a cold. And I don't believe in fever blogging. Or drunk dialing. Or alphabetical filing.
What I do believe in is the Toothfairy, wishing on a star, and small business. Not necessarily in that order.
Dang. Wish I was rich like that guy and borrowing six figures so I could pay interest on a tax payment.