Backtrack.

Ok, I retract what I said in my last post. The continuation would have been a rant on how I felt like I was left high-and-dry, but I'm over it. I survived. It's done.

Plus, how bad can things be when my assistant just hooked me up with a piece of cake. Chica totally made my day.

Obviously, it doesn't take much more than Banana Dream to make me feel all is well in the world.