For the first time ever we started our taxes. Together. We have been through many tax seasons in our relationship but this is the first one that we have any rights over what the other person is doing. This is the first tax season we are married filing jointly. Save us all. If there's anything Thomas and I are stubborn about it's money. What's mine is mine and what's his is his, or mine, depending how desperate I act. Not really. We have separate bank accounts, divided retirement savings plans and just generally no say in what the other is doing with the money they earn. We like it, no, prefer it that way. So when we had to file through all my bank accounts last night to determine my home office deduction, I think I would have rather ripped out each fingernail with a pair of pliers -- then moved on to my teeth.
About the dogs...
"Did you give them D-I-N-N-E-R?"
"No, I gave them B-R-E-A-K ... F-A-S-T."
"Can you S-P-E-L-L?"
"N-O."
Kiss it goodbye
You know how you wake up some mornings and think everything is fine, nothing is wrong, all is well? Yay! You're thinking I'm going to get up, do some work, call some people, maybe get lunch somewhere fun. Then your dog emerges from under the bed and he's shaking his head, leaning to the left and can't lift his head up straight because OUCH MY EAR MOM! SERIOUSLY! MOM! MY EAR! So you lift up his ear and it's fire-breathing chili pepper red and kind of smells funny. Suddenly the easy TGIF kinda day unfolds into trips to and from the vet, worrying about the dog and loosing 200 bucks before you've even had a cup of coffee.