Wallybee and I celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary last weekend, in honour of which we had some family photos taken. I've now uploaded them, starting here: [link]
Champion! [link]
This boy cannot take a bad picture: [link]
It's all about me! [link]
I like this pic of Wallybee: [link]
What do we have here? An adorable little boy? [link]
Affectionate little boy: [link]
Ready for his solo: [link]
Smile time! [link]
Cheekiness! [link]
It's a BEAUTIFUL LOVE STORY, alright? [link]
This is how close she needs to be before I don't need my glasses: [link]
I have decided to file an extension for taxes this year. I just cannot deal with it. I have way too much going on and I should have paid a tax preparer.
I'm sorry, Pix. That is pretty overwhelming to deal with all at once.
I am sorry about the sucky stress, Pix. Most of us surely know that one. Too much from all directions.
BT, thank you for the joyful pics! What a lovely way to start the day.
Oh, man, that really is a mountain of suckitude, Pix. Sending all kinds of pet~ma and financial~ma in your direction. Also to smonster and other Buffistas facing similar situations.
BT, that is one beautiful family! Cheered my day right up.
Oh, billytea, I love all those pictures! I just want to smish Ryan's little cheeks. He looks so happy and confident! And you and Wallybee are such a wonderful couple. Thank you for sharing them.
Pix, I'm very sorry to hear that finances are getting so overwhelming. Been there, done that, couldn't afford the t-shirt.
I am kicking ass and taking names. I have sorted one entired file box, getting rid of about 90% of the paper in it by recycling or shredding. One down... four to go? Or so? Haven't found a copy of my birth cert or my folder of moving expenses yet (which were the impetus to start this today) but it feels good to purge, baby, purge. I think I'll do another 15 minutes or so and then break for lunch.
Damn. I have...gotten out of bed at noon (I couldn't fall asleep until after 3:00), eaten some granola, thrown laundry in the washer, and e-mailed my mom a picture of a package of frozen polenta. (No, really -- it's the Polenta Provencale that TJs sells, and she can't find it when she shops there. Why she can't just ask someone who works there where the polenta is, I have no idea.)
Now I am going to throw laundry in the dryer, throw more laundry in the washer, and make crockpot granola. And possibly clean the bathroom.
