Snowed here yesterday, big time! To hear it from the local news channels it was tantamount to the end of times, but we survived. Kind of hard getting out of the front gate this morning, good thing I have a gasoline loving four wheel drive and one good credit card.
Just returned from the CPA (which I believe stands for Cough-Up Pretty-Much-All of it) and he says that I owe the fed’s some money (big surprise huh) and that the state owes me, so it is Peter pays Paul this year. (Not to be confused with the sixties folk singer bunch that used to play at the Hungry Eye in the Tenderloin District of San Francisco)
I used the short form this year.
It said, “Stick to me, I don’t have no receipts!”
We are getting a modest refund and paying out of one account, into another. God Bless the I.R.S. So it appears that we will have heat and light this month, which is a good deal, I hate trying to read by flashlight. Life can also get very scary when you live the majority of it in the dark.
Bought a new album, George Straight, on the Troubadour CD .. Title cut is “I Saw God Today”. Lifts me up, makes my heart soar. Not bad if you are a twanger. One definition of the word “Troubadour” is a person who walks around a restaurant singing. I tried that once at Denny’s at about three in the morning, they asked me to leave. I guess they are not music lovers, or it could have been the getting up on the tables, I forget.
Now I just sing in the shower … Opera mainly …. I NEED A HAIRCUT! I NEED A HAIRCUT! I NEED A HAIRCUT! But I am only allowed to do it when Cup Cake is at the Super-Center buying groceries. I have a voice that is so loud, that wild animals have been known to stampede when in my immediate vicinity, it has gotten me banned from at least three zoo’s nationwide.
Best Email of the week: “My husband, being unhappy with my mood swings, bought me a mood ring the other day so he would be able to monitor my moods. We’ve discovered that when I am in a good mood, it turns green. When I am in a bad mood, it leaves a big frickin red mark on his forehead! Dumb butt.”
Now a woman like that usually doesn’t have a nickname like Cup Cake.
You might be able to find her behind the cash register at the local Truck stop or working in the tire changing facility. She be the rather attractive lady with an arm full of tattoo’s smoking a cigar, can of Skoal in her right rear pocket of her over-alls. Lo-Retta sounds like a good name to me ….. Hey, Lo-Retta, you got any lug-nuts?
While we are on the subject? Someone I haven’t heard from in a long time also sent me an email this week that read, “I see you are still writing. I hope you keep it up?” Which I thought was kind of a suggestive thing to say of a man of my age and physical attributes … But this is a clean site, so we will now move on.
At least I am not required to go in to work today, that is a plus. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I had to do that. I need to get outta here, I hear the word counter police hammering on my door again. They are coming to take me away! Please excuse me, I have to go out to the barn, fire up the tractor and move some snow. Like I said, the Weather God’s delivered a copious amount of it yesterday even though I did not order it, I have to stack it somewhere other than our driveway.