Corporate shirt. PR flack. Web guy. Blogger. Beverage enthusiast. Hubby. Daddy. Diggity. Giggity.
36 hour 'til Monday. 54 dollars and change.
At long last, I drag my spouse kicking and screaming into the blogosphere. And she likes it that way.
Laptop Confessions is a blog for the guilty conscience in us all. The first post is all trash talk and it gets tawdier from there. I'd tell you more, but it's late and she's dimming the lights...Wine is decidedly more accessible when served by a robot. Snug Harbor was no match for The Spotted Cat. Electric trolley cars of the past are the wave of the future. And when you snap shots of sugary beignets with a BlackBerry at 3 a.m. thinking your Facebook friends will care, it's time to call it quits.
Hmm. Thinking I'll have to convince the boss that New Orleans is our next conference destination. Breakout sessions on Bourbon Street? Put the "social" back in social media, I say.
Corporate shirt. PR flack. Web guy. Blogger. Beverage enthusiast. Hubby. Daddy. Diggity. Giggity.
Corporate shirt. PR flack. Web guy. Blogger. Beverage enthusiast. Hubby. Daddy. Diggity. Giggity.
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