What I am reading:
“I don’t know where I’m a-gonna go when the volcano blow.” ~Jimmy Buffett
Ever feel like you’re trapped in a pseudo-reggae song written by a white guy from Mobile, Alabama?
Some days it’s a sick kid, or spouse, or dog.
Some days it’s a key vendor who disappears on you, or a merchant account that freezes a bunch [...]
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