Yay Joe!

Bought a skirt and the folk fest. It's black silk with white skull-and-crossbone and red rose appliques along the bottom. Yes, it's a pirate skirt. Arrr!

(This is the second skirt I've bought from this craftsperson. The other one is black with blue dragons and orange flames.)

And that was with a 20%-off-entire-purchase coupon.

I was about to say, I hope you had a MIchael's coupon! I can see how it would be very very tempting to spend All the Money there (I admit I have more scrapbook stuff and pretty paper just because, which I have never actually used to make a scrapbook).

>They are magic Hawaiian leaves! (Edit: not even pot, though he certainly smokes a lot of that also.)

Riiiiiiiiiiight. Magic. Something tells me he's anti-vax, also.

Every four years I am suddenly in the thrall of the thighs of the male distance speed-skaters. And then forget about this when the Olympics aren't happening, only to be surprised next time.

I could see that. I'm also amused at how many "ooh, biathlon" posts there were on my FB feed today. I've always thought it sounded like a pretty awesome sport, even if maybe not fun to watch.

My glee at the new tax document was short lived. Turns out forgiven debts are considered income. So there's $18,000 of brand new income that's never had taxes paid on it that we got no benefit from.

Yeah, I didn't want to say anything, but that's often the case (also I think with mortgage debt that gets forgiven?)

I managed to go to Target and the post office. And Nordstrom Rack, where I did not buy anything for me, but did buy a $5 bra for my sister. And the supermarket but just for a couple things. Debating going dancing tonight, but I also wanted/needed to work out and do some clothes-sorting. Hmm.

My glee at the new tax document was short lived. Turns out forgiven debts are considered income. So there's $18,000 of brand new income that's never had taxes paid on it that we got no benefit from.

I feel your pain, Connie. Almost literally. (down to the amount!) (I actually thought at first meara was responding to something I didn't remember posting.)

Turns out forgiven debts are considered income.

One hand giveth, one hand taketh away, and a foot kicks you in the behind.

It can wait till April. I have other things to spend my late winter/early Spring on.

Congrats to MM!

Bummer about the tax stuff, Connie.

Managed 45 minutes of sanding that didn't require tenting, just attaching the shopvac with filter to the sander. Minimal mess. But tomorrow after my morning (uhg) swim, I'm bubbling the stairs and hopefully getting 95% of the sanding DONE. As in, anything else left will have to be by hand. Then I shall clean my house.

And then, maybe THEN, I'll go out and get stain samples and some scrap wood and decide on a stain. Or maybe that will happen earlier, depending on timing. Anyway, this is going to get done this spring, damnit. Painting the spindles won't be too complicated, neither will staining. The big one is sealing the posts and rail. I'll have to keep the cats off them. They might have to go live at Anna's next door. I possibly should find out her travel schedule so I just sleep there* with them, cause I don't know if I'd wish that on the unsuspecting (I discovered a bunch of teeny scratches around my hairline where Pumpkin got a little too affectionate last night.)

Oh, and then I want to patch-finish parts of the stairs and upstairs landing, some of it casualty of this process, some just never done by the seller.

* I just realized that sounds crazy presumptuous. And also weirdly like a dream I had after just moving in, which I never would have guessed at the time. But it's been offered and dear god, I love my hood.

Taxes done! That was easy. The benefits of just having a job and no deductions, etc.

Congratulations, Joe!!!!!

I totally lied to the clerk last night and said it was all for my niece. My imaginary niece.

It was mental health spending. Totally.

Turns out my making a Home Depot purchase at 6 a.m. triggers a fraud alert. Dude, I couldn't reserve the truck. *I* didn't want to be there at that time either. But thanks for knowing me so well? Alls well that ends with a ten-minute phone call and access to my bank account again.