Oh goody. A tax bill from the state of California. I suppose the good news is it’s a hundred dollars or so less than I thought it would be. The bad news is we don’t have all that and a bag of chips to send them, of course. I guess I’ll send them half. This should be better, from their point of view, than a kick in the teeth with a frozen mukluk. Of course, from my point of view it’s a lot *like* a kick in the teeth with…
yay me
Yay me, I figured out how to delete extraneous copies of the same comment. It’s not very hard. Just edit the entry and there’s an option to delete comments. Et voila. The only problem is you have to actually scroll down the page to find the delete option, which took me several tries to do. The bread’s almost done baking. It smells really good and I’m really hungry.
also
Also, I didn’t get to the gym this morning. This is in part because my stupid cheap-ass alarm clock (which has lasted 2 years, which is about 18 months longer than I expected it to, really) is too dead to set the alarm on anymore, and in part because Ted had a migraine this morning and I wasn’t about to ask him to get up and drive me to the fucking gym. *God*, I’m in a shitty mood.
*sigh*
You know, no matter how cheerful I am when I get up, it’s pretty much totally fucked by having to spend twenty minutes cleaning up dog shit. And last night somebody left a bag of jolly ranchers on the counter, which the cats helpfully knocked off the counter and into the kitchen, so this morning besides dog shit there were also sticky nasty jolly ranchers to clean up off the floor. Furthermore, Chanti, having emptied her bladder on the floor while people are showering, has no interest in going outside…
teeth
Have I mentioned that my teeth are really clean? :)