Ahhh, The JOY of Taxes..

Thank Goodness I do not have to do my own. Years ago, I left that in the fine hands of a woman who actually enjoys dealing with that kind of crap. All that I have to do is get all of my paperwork together and toss it in a folder for her to deal with. I try to organize it nicely for her, ever the OCD freak that I am.
I organized it this year, I really did..........
There's so much stuff to go through, decide where it all belongs, give it a name or a category. So, here today, are a few of my categories:
Income
Banking
Mortgage.......this is where it all went downhill.....
Child Care CRAP
My Medical CRAP
Kids' Medical CRAP
And, finally, the category in which one sets the rest of it all.....
MISC. CRAP.......
So, here's to the CRAP to be sent to the Local, State, and Federal Government to filter through the CRAP, to give me back what I deserve.
Let's hope it's the JOY rather than the CRAP!

Highlight of the Month

This is a category which I just added last month. I am going to find a minimum of one Highlight each month. It is the 18th of this month and I'm getting a bit concerned that my cracked toilet will be my highlight of the month. If that happens, shoot me now..............

My can is cracked!!!!

Yes, folks! I've got a crack in my can which just cracks me arse! This is the second toilet I've had put in my main bathroom. What is the deal? Are we particularly hard toilet users? Must we be more gentle with our potty? Do normal people go through this many toilets in 5 years.
So, for now, my toilet is turned off. I've met a new plumber that I like and will use instead of the company I've been going with for the last 15 years as their prices are rising and their toilets keep cracking.

They say..........

They say there's no use crying over spilled milk.
What if said milk spills on your Coach purse? Is crying allowed at that point?
I'm jus' sayin'.....

Who's Picking Henry Up?!!!???

Henry is my soon-to-be 12-year-old nephew. He is the son of my sister, Alice and her husband, Tim. He is a smart, loving young boy with Autism. His gift is that he is an Entertainer Savant. Give him a script, staging, lighting, costumes and he's good to go. Give him the annoying logistics of life, and he really doesn't care...just needs the bottom line.
Alice was preparing Henry for her trip to Maryland and some of what would happen with his schedule while she was gone. She told him that she would not be home to pick him up on Monday, but his Dad would be in class, so Mimi would pick him up, and she would come later and he could decide if he wanted to sleep at Mimi & GrandDad's or have her drive him home after she arrived....blah, blah, blah is what Henry must have heard because all he cared about for Monday was "WHO'S PICKING HENRY UP?" This was, apparently, said with a frustrated tone and hand gestures.......

This has become my motto when frustrated with the logistics of life......"WHO'S PICKING HENRY UP?" Sometimes, I allow the daily logistics to bog me down. What's happening here, there, everywere....upside-down, boy ya turn me, inside-out, and, round-n-round. When all I really want to know is........

WHO'S PICKING HELEN UP???