Here we go...meeting day.
Just for the record, despite the crack I made to my wife before I left, she did not read between the lines and send a hooker to my hotel room.
Its like its not even Christmas or something. You just can't count on people anymore.
So cross your fingers for me today...that I can somehow keep my mouth shut, or at the very least find a way to put a positive spin on my Tourette-like outbursts. A pink ribbon on a turd, if you will.
And no, honey, I didn't eat ALL 3 bags.