Money money money moooooooney!

So, I was late in getting my tax stuff out to my accountant this year. It’s all been ready to send, except for me printing a categorized expense list from Quicken. It took 5 seconds to do, but a month to get around to it.

On the last Thursday of March I overnighted all the stuff to our CPA, who is a friend of my dad’s, back in MA. We told him we wanted to file electronically, which we never do for some weird reason (he always just sends the stuff, we sign it and mail it).

I got everything back from him a few days later, 1st week of April (on the 2nd or 3rd). Today, the 10th, I get my refund check in the mail from the state of AZ. HOLY SHIT THAT WAS QUICK! I’m curious to see if the federal refund will be just as quick.

TBT - From a cross-country 6 week summer camping excursion in 1985. I was all of 16. Probably one of the best summers ever.

TBT - From a cross-country 6 week summer camping excursion in 1985. I was all of 16. Probably one of the best summers ever.

You Will Never Poop in Peace Again

You Will Never Poop in Peace Again

If you’ve ever been in a project meeting, especially as the tech person, watch this. Seriously, I’m crying because I’m laughing so hard, while simultaneously have knots in my stomach and want to jump into the screen and junk punch everyone but the engineer. Holy shit is this accurate!

I might need this…

I might need this…

So anyway, the Loch Ness Monster is in our neighbor’s yard….

Truthful Tuesday - 4 days late

I’m generally a very easy-going, laid back, get along kind of person. I have my moments and there are difficulties that some need to put up with if they’re around me for any length of time, just like every one else, but for the most part, I’m pretty easy and don’t like to make waves.

Except for one situation.

If people show up at my house when going door-to-door for religious purpose, I am an outright nasty fucking prick to end all pricks from the get go.

I don’t even try to politely brush them aside. I literally open the door and start ripping into them right away. And nasty stuff too, for the sole purpose of being an asshole.

I guess on some level I feel I need to insult them as much as I feel they’re insulting me (or about to insult me) with their bullshit. Not to mention that they’re bothering me, in my home.┬áIt frequently ends with me yelling at them and slamming the door in their faces.

Immature, idiotic, asshole-ish. Yep, I know. I can’t help it. It’s one of my very few hatreds, that I actually act out upon.