Tuesday,
April 15, 2008
TAX DAY

Aaaand they're off!

The quarterly tax payment is in the mail, and may I just say that hiring an accountant to take care of our taxes has been one of the best things we've ever done. And since Lyndon is classified as self-employed, we're even getting some of the b/r/e/a/d/a/n/d/c/i/r/c/u/s/e/s/ economic incentive money the government is distributing to the masses.

"So what should we do with it?" Lyndon asked last night.

"Stick it in the savings?" I said.

"We could, but that wouldn't be supporting the economy," he said. "No, we should buy something with it."

"Okay -- what?"

"Um...I don't know. Do we need anything?"

I thought. "Not really. I mean, I have stuff on my internal wish list, but it all costs more than what we're getting."

"Yeah, same here."

Silence. "Wait -- I have an idea," my beloved said.

"I'm listening."

"What about...a scroll saw? I could use it to cut plastic, and you could use it to cut fancy stuff for dollhouses."

You all know me -- I'm one of the few women on the planet who WANTS to get power tools for Valentine's Day. "Where are we going to put it?" I asked.

I could hear the cogs whirring away. "We'll make space somewhere in the garage."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

So the Fletchers will be supporting the economy with our government handout. Huzzah!

And if that wasn't good enough, I am a happy podcast-listening walker! Not only did We're Mean Because You're Stupid post a new ep yesterday, not only did the QCast Connection post a new episode today, but so did Pod Is My Copilot in time for tonight's walk, and Taylor the Latte Boy said the sweetest things about my phone calls to other podcasts! I love me some Taylor, Taffy and Rodan (and Walt, Nessa and Holly. And Michael, Mister Bee and British John. Oh, hell, I love you all).

Yes, I am an attention whore. This surprises who?

Unfortunately, I only did 30 minutes tonight on the walk because I did something...interesting...to my back, which now feels like I got punched right between the shoulder blades. As a result, walking upright was sorta painful. Yes, I am falling apart at a rate of knots, people -- pretty soon, the Bodacious Brit will have to take my Zimmer frame in and have it pimped.

On the plus side, the legs are starting to show even more signs of muscle development, and I figure I'm about two weeks away from fitting comfortably into the jeans I haven't been able to wear for a year or so (I can get them ON now, mind you, but there is serious muffin toppage when I do and that shit ain't right). So that's all good.

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