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Soooo  I'm starting a new business.   It's call YOWBABY.   Go me, right?!  Obviously, I think it's very cool.   I mean, I get to encourage others, raise money for epilepsy, have fun and make a little money in the meantime.   What more could a girl ask for? 

Then along comes the accountant.   He's got jokes.   So funny.   He's like, "Try not to spend too much money for the rest of the year."   

WHAT!!!   HAHAHAHA!!!  You're telling a girl not to spend money.   Is he serious?  That's making me laugh right now writing this.   :)

Bummer, he is serious.   It's for my best interest. 

Okay.  We'll see.   I am putting in my little head that "I can do that."  

Yes.  Do that. Keep repeating "I think I can.  I think I can" to myself and we'll see how that goes. 

Until next time --

Me

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