We've Been Taxed!
We did our taxes this week and without going into financial details I'll just say that the words taxed and fucked are synonymous. Fucked. Taxed. Taxed. Fucked. FUCKED. Wheeee! To say we were unprepared for the results would be putting it mildly. FUCKED! Whoooo! Taxed. Fuck.
Jonah and Cuba are doing well, except that Jonah took the news of our tax assessment so badly he's got the runs again. He protested by smearing his dirty bum on the carpet and kitchen floor. Who can blame him? I shit myself, too. This product is what is preventing me from killing myself. It's my best friend for now, until Saturday night when my best friend will become a crisp bottle of white wine.
Don't worry, I'm not self-medicating. I'm celebrating! My friend Jen and her family will be joining us for an overnight visit and once the kids are in bed we're getting shitfaced. The timing couldn't be better, really, because I believe in my last entry I begged for a party, now a party I shall have! We'll be having a barbeque. I'm making chicken breasts marinated in buttermilk, honey, lemon and herbs with a black bean and corn salad with cilantro, corn on the cob and potato salad. Jen's fiance is a chef type so I'm a little nervous about cooking for him, but Jen assures me that he's no snob and loves to be cooked for, no matter what he's served, because it happens so rarely. Whether or not that's true makes no difference to me because I'm going to be nervous about it anyway.
We have a fire pit in the backyard and if the weather doesn't get too chilly in the evening, we'll be roasting marshmallows. I'm really excited about it. I will pretend that I haven't just gotten taxed (fucked) and that the world is a lovely and fun place.
The warm weather brings us lots of ugly buglies. The spiders have begun to turn up inside the house, which is not my favourite thing. However, it's not the worst. Since March I have spotted (and viciously murdered) three big black carpenter ants. This is most distressing to me since we've tussled with them before. I believe we may have a few nests in the outer wall of our living room, but there is really nothing we can do about it now, at least, we certainly can't go around ripping down drywall and mucking around with Raid like we did in the office. There are some alternatives to an all-out gutting which we'll look into soon, but right now I just cannot care about it. I cannot.
Astra just emailed me and hopefully she'll bring herself and kids around tomorrow afternoon for a visit. It's so crazy to me, now we're back in touch, that she lives so close by. Life is so funny like that.
There is no knitting content today because I'm still in a funk about that, so instead I will leave you with this: Who is this kitty and what does she want?
Who am I? What do I want?
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Comments
I know what she wants! :)
Jeremy · Apr 27 · 9:41 AM
You shut up!
Maggie · Apr 27 · 9:42 AM
Barbeque? Is that the Canadian spelling?
Taxes = teh fuck, but at least you have a picture of a cute kitten :)
ivon · Apr 27 · 10:03 AM
I want to put that kitten's head in my mouth. Is that wrong?
Sorry about the taxes...what a kick in the ass.
Have fun this weekend - your chicken is FABULOUS. Jen and her fiancee will be impressed.
freakgirl · Apr 27 · 10:11 AM
Whoops. It's a habit from writing BBQ. Or maybe I should pretend I'm French and it's pronounced, bar-beck? Je bar-beck beaucoup des viands parce-que je suis un cochon et je mange les cochons, aussi.
Also, who here is tired of the Dutch guy correcting my English? ::raises hand:: :D
Freakgirl, back away from the cat.
Maggie · Apr 27 · 10:31 AM
I'm sorry... Feel free to correct my Dutch anytime :)
Voulez-vous manger un cochon avec moi?
ivon · Apr 27 · 10:53 AM
I may also have to eat the kitten. Why do we have the feeling that cute things belong in our mouth. Wait, people could be thinking lewd thoughts right now. Oh well, it's true. I want to chew on cute things.... there, that destroys any burgeoning fantasies, doesn't it?
*littlestar. · Apr 27 · 1:47 PM
Yeah, I get tired of the Dutch guy myself too ;-)
I don't want to put the kitten in my mouth. I don't want to put hairy things in my mouth. Yuck.
marjon · Apr 27 · 4:15 PM
dirty!
maggie, you must promise me you will make me BBQ chicken marinated in buttermilk with honey and lemon and herbs with a black bean and corn salad with cilantro, corn on the cob and potato saladand herbs because that sounds so f'ing yummy.
mon bouche dit YUMMY!
sandra · Apr 27 · 4:49 PM
Let's plan for you to come for dinner soon, and I will certainly put it in your bouche. :D By the way, I never said I was putting herbs in the potato salad, zut alors! Now I guess I have to.
Maggie · Apr 27 · 4:55 PM
Dude, with you on the taxes thing. We, too, got FUCKED this year. It's like the third time in five years I've burst into tears in our accountant's office. I'm sure I'm his favorite client.
Athena714 · Apr 28 · 12:13 PM
Let's cry together. We're going to get a second opinion. We don't actually have an accountant, and used a basic tax service. With the amount we owe, what have we got to lose? I'm willing to hire an accountant in the hopes that we'll save some money here.
Maggie · Apr 28 · 7:34 PM
taxes suck. barbeques and kittens do not suck. That kitten wants come barbeque and a lap. sweet!
gaile · Apr 30 · 2:19 PM
taxes suck. barbeques and kittens do not suck. That kitten wants some barbeque and a lap. sweet! (if this double posts it's because of that dang spelling error. Some barbeque. Some. Some.) *sigh*
gaile · Apr 30 · 2:19 PM
I was going to edit your double comment, but I had to leave your mistake: "That kitten wants come barbeque...." Hee!
Maggie · Apr 30 · 6:32 PM
maggie, you guys should see the guy we use. seriously, i don't know how he does it, but he's amazing. call me and i'll give you the info (well, actually i have to get the info from my dad...). he's really really affordable. i think your parents used him last year?
sandra · Apr 30 · 10:16 PM
sorry 'bout all the bum luck! :(
and that kitten wants to come live with me!
river selkie · May 1 · 2:00 AM