We still have to see about filing our taxes. Due to DH's layoff the year before, his severance put us over the limit for collecting the Covid bucks, based on the taxes we filed last year. This year's taxes (i.e. 2019 income) would qualify us.

Last year's severance put me over the limit. This year I would qualify but, oh well. I still got a refund, which was a surprise.

David, that's some serious business drama. May it all work out well and quickly for all involved.

I just made a cake, for the first time in decades, and now I'm gonna frost it and eat it.

It-Was-White-And-Square-And-Looked-Like-A-Tooth turns 20.

That happened not long after I joined the board. 20 years. Huh.

That sounds like a good plan, meara!

I seem to have sent my grocery money on takeout again this week. Oops.

Timelies all!

sj, Mr. S's PEP class has been holding ZOOM sessions every weekday. He hasn't been very interested in it, and has actually closed Gary's computer during it a couple times.

Tired because Mr. S woke up early today. Nova being very vocal in the mornings doesn't help.

That happened not long after I joined the board. 20 years. Huh.

He was six when that happened Zenkitty (which was far too old for that nonsense).

I was just telling DH about Looked Like a Tooth, but It Wans't a Tooth.

We're halfway through 4th quarter, so halfway through Zoom-school (for now. I think Fall's going to be a shitshow). I'm 100% ready to be done.

The gumball's preschool thing is doing Zoom, but he's too young to really get anything out of it. We've started talking about how we'll do his birthday at the beginning of June.

Faced with a choice of no flour or Very Fancy Expensive Flour at the local Whole Foods, I went with the latter, a Bob's Red Mill Organic bag. Turns out that it makes a much more denser than normal loaf, but oh my goodness, it really does taste very nice!

I felt quite proud of myself for finding it -- the shelves were empty, but looking way way up, there were some unopened shipping cartons labeled Bob's Red Mill that I asked a strapping young store worker to fetch down. I lavished him with praise for it, observed that I had been baking my own bread "before it became trendy!" and then ran off, metaphorically cackling with glee.

Happy birthday to young Mr Looked-like-a-tooth! Your account of the supposedly linear progression of time is not making sense to me, Cindy, but does anyone's ever?

I think of Looked Like a Tooth quite fondly as Chiclet. Happy birthday to him!

Royalty checks are always a victory. Nice, David!

Oh me too, Amy! HBD, Chicklet. Mr. Chiclet now, I guess.

Woot! Royalty check! In whatever form it manifests.

(still puzzling over one rousing. OH!)

I'm...the only person left alive, with the possible exception of your aged Aunt Erma, who still uses Woot!, aren't I?