My beard is out of control. The Chief is not fond of it; she does not like my scruffy stuff. All week, people have been coming up to me and commenting on the beard and its magnificence. It is an awe-inspiring beard.
I want to shave it off so bad.
I had a beard for almost 10 years in one form or another and I’ve rather liked being beard-free for the last 2 years. I have not missed the beard stank – the lovely funk that escapes my whiskers when I do not scrub them down with soap or shampoo; remember, hair is hair. Your regular hair would stink too if you never washed it.
So there is that.
On a less-funkier note – I incorporated Tuesday. I will henceforth be addressed as President Riffner, or Secretary Riffner, or even Treasurer Riffner, as I hold all the offices of my company. The paperwork was sent down to the Secretary of State on Wednesday, and I should have my EIN (Employer Identification Number) early next week. The number is the key. Once I get the number, everything else can get started. The number is like your Social Security Number – and all the businesses I need to work with need it. Prepare for the onslaught of products and announcements in the coming weeks.
President-For-Life Riffner, signing off.
I need a cigar now to go with my Castro beard…
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