hangover

On Saturday, I went to Portland Brew in East Nashville with a hankering for coffee. I should preface this by saying I don't really drink coffee very often, just when a hankering comes along or when I'm so tired that three Dr. Peppers won't do the trick. At any rate, my wife and I each ordered an iced coffee, added a little cream and sugar, and headed home.

Remember my recent post about how the $5 tips are now more often merely $2 tips? Here's a Fox News story that caught my eye.

As Consumers Get Squeezed, Tips Get Smaller

Remember my recent post about how the $5 tips are now more often merely $2 tips? Here's a Fox News story that caught my eye.

As Consumers Get Squeezed, Tips Get Smaller

Photo by Chris Victorio

Either I accidentally stepped in the path of someone's tour bus last night, or these swollen limbs, blistered feet, and this increasingly nauseating hangover means the last day of Bonnaroo is upon us.

Sharon Cobb has her 'feel good Friday' song, but for those nursing a bit of a hangover, there aren't many good feelings going around. So, feel good...

Note: At the end of this long-

In honor of today being April 15th, likely the most reviled day on the calendar (after January 1st and the necessity to make all those fleeting resolutions - not to mention the hangover) , I thought to direct you to an excellent piece on taxes by a friend of mine, Doug Bandow.