Another day, another dollar, right?
I hate the stinkin' IRS. Grrrrr...
I did my taxes online and now they want me to fill out some form and send it back to them. What? It's already been almost a year. Why not make that sucker available online when we do our taxes? And, it's not enough that they take our hard-earned money, but they want me to provide the stamp to send the form back to them, rather than providing a SASE. That would be the least they could do, considering, right?
My daughter (the pregnant one) phoned on Hallowe'en, but no one answered the phone :-(. Her message said she had good news. I gulped when I heard that, and gulped more when I made my mother tell me that my daughter's boyfriend (the rat-bastard) proposed and she accepted. Now, this might seem like good news to some, but I know some things about that boy (because he most certainly is not a man) that make me want to...well...those are illegalities that I probably shouldn't mention in a public forum. I'm probably in enough trouble just admitting that I HATE THE IRS!!!
It was quiet in the writing center a little while ago, but now students are starting to trickle in. Although normally we're busting at the seems by 10 a.m. Hmmm...perhaps we've frightened them off (it is the week of Hallowe'en). Afterall, "NO, we absolutely, positively will NOT proofread or edit your papers!".
So I take my daughter (the one in high school) to school this morning, as I do every morning (but we skipped Starbucks). As I'm driving along in the direction of the rising sun, even with my sunglasses on, it starts to get a little too bright for my pale eyes to handle. We stop for the red light, I reach up for the visor to pull it down, and out of the corner of my eye (more the top portion really), I glimpse a black spot on the ceiling just above me. For about a half second, I think, "Oh! A black spot on the ceil....," then out of my mouth comes, "Holy sh*t!" My daughter, slightly confused, asks more calmly than I'd like (why can't she freak out with me?), "What's wrong?" I practically scream, "There's a f***ing black widow above my head!" As soon as the light turns green, I speed into the closest parking lot, ease my way out of the car, grab for napkins in the door pocket (I'm a mom; I almost always have napkins in the car), and hear "CRUNCH!" Yes, I killed her (the spider) and buried her in a Hefty Handy Sak (which I also keep in the car).
Of course my husband, bless him, just can't fathom how that little lady got into the car when all the windows and doors were shut tight. As I said, "Bless him." I wonder how Weasley would have handled such a situation?
Off to check the online tutor and earn some much needed "play" money (ROFL).
I did my taxes online and now they want me to fill out some form and send it back to them. What? It's already been almost a year. Why not make that sucker available online when we do our taxes? And, it's not enough that they take our hard-earned money, but they want me to provide the stamp to send the form back to them, rather than providing a SASE. That would be the least they could do, considering, right?
My daughter (the pregnant one) phoned on Hallowe'en, but no one answered the phone :-(. Her message said she had good news. I gulped when I heard that, and gulped more when I made my mother tell me that my daughter's boyfriend (the rat-bastard) proposed and she accepted. Now, this might seem like good news to some, but I know some things about that boy (because he most certainly is not a man) that make me want to...well...those are illegalities that I probably shouldn't mention in a public forum. I'm probably in enough trouble just admitting that I HATE THE IRS!!!
It was quiet in the writing center a little while ago, but now students are starting to trickle in. Although normally we're busting at the seems by 10 a.m. Hmmm...perhaps we've frightened them off (it is the week of Hallowe'en). Afterall, "NO, we absolutely, positively will NOT proofread or edit your papers!"
So I take my daughter (the one in high school) to school this morning, as I do every morning (but we skipped Starbucks). As I'm driving along in the direction of the rising sun, even with my sunglasses on, it starts to get a little too bright for my pale eyes to handle. We stop for the red light, I reach up for the visor to pull it down, and out of the corner of my eye (more the top portion really), I glimpse a black spot on the ceiling just above me. For about a half second, I think, "Oh! A black spot on the ceil....," then out of my mouth comes, "Holy sh*t!" My daughter, slightly confused, asks more calmly than I'd like (why can't she freak out with me?), "What's wrong?" I practically scream, "There's a f***ing black widow above my head!" As soon as the light turns green, I speed into the closest parking lot, ease my way out of the car, grab for napkins in the door pocket (I'm a mom; I almost always have napkins in the car), and hear "CRUNCH!" Yes, I killed her (the spider) and buried her in a
Of course my husband, bless him, just can't fathom how that little lady got into the car when all the windows and doors were shut tight. As I said, "Bless him." I wonder how Weasley would have handled such a situation?
Off to check the online tutor and earn some much needed "play" money (ROFL).
posted by Sonie at 10:15 AM
1 Comments:
so, I would have wet myself, run down the street screaming, or rammed the car infront of me, like the big girly wet blanket that I am. You are very brave, oh black widow exterminator...
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