Isn't my neicelet just the best thing ever? She's pre-Bitch (too young, at 15, for the porn still) if I ever met one.

Awkward Turtle...

I love her.

Happy B-Day Plei and beathen.

Much sympathy to Nora - handling so much stuff is just brain-numbing after a while. Hope you get the assistance you need from the doc...

I (heart) awkward turtle.

Oh dear dawg, American Dad did MPREG tonight.

It was zoo day. today we fed hippos by throwing apples and cabbages into thier mouths. hippos have really big mouths. even the baby ( not quite a toddler yet) was really impressed when the hippo opened her mouth.

Oh dear dawg, American Dad did MPREG tonight.

...and "Kissing gets you pregnant." A trope and a myth in one.

OK, in complete panic mode here.

The county sent me this form several weeks ago, something about personal property assessment for small businesses. I skimmed it, thought "this looks pretty simple," and stuck it in the bill drawer to deal with later.

I pulled it out tonight. It's due tomorrow. It's not simple at all. I don't know what the fuck they're talking about, nor how to list all the info they want on the personal property I use in my business, given that practically all of it is stuff I've owned for years, didn't originally intend to use in a business, and therefore didn't save any paperwork showing what it originally cost.

This means I'm fucked, doesn't it? And I totally deserve it because I should've paid more attention and handled this before I went to Alabama. They're going to assess some penalty for missing the deadline that I can't afford, because I'm completely fucking broke, or they're going to audit me and it's going to cause some kind of disaster and bankruptcy and I'll never be ahead financially ever again all because I'm too much of an airhead to read a fucking form properly and realize there's more to it than "check here, sign here, mail in."

Oh dear dawg, American Dad did MPREG tonight.

For a second I read that as American Chopper and got really, really, frightened.

Susan, before panicking call them.

First of all quite often penalties are note even enforced if you are less than five days late.

Secondly, government offices are sometimes suprisingly understand about missed dealines if you call them before the deadline expires. Even if their normal practice would be to charge a penalty, they may well be willing to waive the penalty if you promise to get it in by the end of the week. This varies a lot from munipality to municipality; call, ask and find out what your situation really is. It may not be anything like as bad as you fear.

OK, I took enough deep breaths to look worried instead of about to explode, showed the form to DH, and said, "Huh?" He looked at the form, looked at the website, and thinks he figured it out. I don't know how he did it, and I feel all stupid chick over it (you know, like a girl who can't think for herself and had to get help from a man), but at least I'll have filled the damn thing out to the best of my understanding and got it in the mail tomorrow, and if it's wrong it'll be an honest mistake.