Woohoo, Jess!

think our (actually very small) raises might have kicked our income up a tax bracket.

Only the additional income, over whatever line, would be subject to a higher rate. It's probably the freelance stuff.

This morning I made the run to the community household hazardous waste collection and was boggled yet again how no one gets run over/into in the chaos. Was also amused at the young man who was surprised by the weight of a five-gallon bucket of paint. More stuff gone. Then had lunch and listened a middle-aged man teach a younger man how to navigate the Internet (I need to hang out at the local McDonald's more often, it's a hive of interesting little meetings). Then to the grocery store to get Diet Coke and dark chocolate miniature Reese's cups (of the devil, so yummy), then to the comics store.

Now when I'm done here I'll watch Cadfael DVDs and do the hot weather/cold weather swap of the wardrobe.

To that end, how stained would a tank top have to be before you're embarrassed to donate it to the homeless shelter? I'm trying not to keep shirts I wouldn't wear to work, but I feel bad for expecting someone in need to wear them.

You can give it away and the recipient can decide. You aren't obligating anyone to wear it.

Got something done! A very small something, but hey.

To that end, how stained would a tank top have to be before you're embarrassed to donate it to the homeless shelter?

Around here they encourage us to donate even torn, stained, and mismatched items to Goodwill and similar organizations, because they can pass them along to the facilities that can recycle the fabric or leather or whatever. So if someplace like that is an option as well as going directly to a homeless shelter, that's a way to keep things out of the landfill.

I guess I'm the last NYista, then.

Well, D and I were supposed to celebrate our 6th Anniversary -- it fell on a Saturday! -- with a fancy dinner, and drinks after. We were even going to get a cab, so both of us could have more than 1 cocktail. (We are both terrible lightweights these days.)

But Dan came home feeling crappy last night, and is on-call this week, and got called in this morning, and though I felt fine when I went to sleep, my gusher of a running nose woke me up. Gross.

So we're postponing a week, but that's fine. He brought my sneezy self flowers and toffee and the cheese enchiladas I'd been craving, on his way home from the office, so our weekend will be high on the pajama wearing, tea drinking, Star Wars watching front.

Considering last year we spent our anniversary moving house for the first of two times in three weeks, this weekend is pretty damned blissful in comparison, snot and all.

oh holy hell. my 2014 tax return is still in processing, so I can not file my 2015 return. I guess I will be calling IRS office Monday morning. I am sure that is going to go GREAT.

You can give it away and the recipient can decide. You aren't obligating anyone to wear it.

Shelters have to deal with a lot of borderline crap. I'd say if it's visibly stained, trash it.

I guess I'm the last NYista, then.

Whoa, really? I don't know why that should be such a shock to my worldview but it seems to be.

Today might just end u[ being all about breaking down boxes. I guess that's okay, it certainly needs doing.