Husband, somewhat wistfully: "Maybe it's time for an accountant next year."
'Bushwhacked'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Colin's girlfriend is a tax accountant. I think I might as well pay her, except I'd feel like a FOAF is going through my dirty underwear.
Oh what, like Colin doesn't know about your dirty underwear? I mean, metaphorically speaking.
Wow, sumi! That's nuts.
Honestly, Dana, you're not failing -- you're doing it!
I went to see my father after work (my mother had gone earlier), and was rewarded by the most magical bus timing ever -- two buses, right there when I wanted them! Also, there is a nursing home we liked that is ready for him to move in on Thursday. My mother's still going to see about a slightly more convenient one tomorrow, but this is good! She's a little upset and said, "It just seems so sudden." I said, "It's always sudden." Which is just true, in so many situations.
Colin has dirtied my underwear metaphorically speaking. I like his girlfriend a lot, and came to be comfortable with her quickly, but we still technically haven't known each other long.
She's a little upset and said, "It just seems so sudden." I said, "It's always sudden." Which is just true, in so many situations.
It really is.
Which is just true, in so many situations.
A good thing to be able to remember.
They are called commenters. They are on the internet. And no, they're not pretty.
I was not expecting that, and it is perfect.
My taxes are mailed, hooray! The post office was not a madhouse, at all.
I'm so glad I took tomorrow off, even if I am not going to the Seder that I ostensibly took it off for. Another night of Jell-o and obligatory matzo for me.
Oh! But also! I was listening to the StoryCorps podcast, and they said that had a story that was a little too risque for the radio. I think those were his exact words, but it was definitely something like that. It was a 90-year-old woman and her 65-year-old son talking about his fuckbuddy! Using that term! That's more than just a little too much for the radio, don't you think??
That's very good news about the home, Jesse. I'm sorry it feels sudden, and I know how that feels, but it will be for the best.
Colin's girlfriend is a tax accountant.
Am I the only one who went to a Portlandia place with that one?
It is already a two kitty night. Or a shared one human , if I judge things from the perspective of the toe lumps of fur trapping me to my bed. One on my chest with her paw in my face and the other on my pelvis. Bladder is good for a little while longer.