AHHH!

Well, Aside from a stomach flu this weekend,  it was great. If you count scrubbing walls and cleaning ovens great.

I can’t complain, really- we got the old apartment shining, better than we got it, and I turned in the keys today.    We are slowly getting settled in the new house.  The yard is being worked on.

Brian had some lovely hives so I suggested that perhaps he should NOT work in the yard today.

So he rearranged the garage instead.  What a guy

Work is killing me slowly but I think I’ll make it

In which she laughs hysterically

I have stories for you!  I do!  Like about how my STOVE TRIED TO KILL ME and how BRIAN CALLED MY FOOD THAT I PAINSTAKINGLY SLAVED OVER THE EVIL STOVE TO MAKE CRAP.

(both of those stories are funny.  Well, at least the crap one)

But I’m tired. I’m so so tired and stressed.

I even have things that are gracing my life but work is simply taking OVER my life right now.

So I’m giving up.  For the rest of this week.  I may blog if something calms down but frankly? I don’t see it happening. So I’m finishing up tax season (31 hours +/- a few minutes who gives a shit about accuracy! I’m saving that for work!) and then I’m going on a mini vacation where I don’t promise to take any pictures at all.  I’ll be back on Monday.

Goodbye Crankypants

One of my older clients died Friday- he was 71- and I’d just spoken to him the day before.  I wondered why he didn’t come in on Friday- but it’s tax season and I didn’t call- I was busy all day.  And I didn’t worry, because he was just dropping something off. His daughter stopped by and told us today.

We called him Crankypants because he was the first time we ever met him.  He had been the “boss” for a government branch for a long time, and had just retired.  His daughter was the one who referred him to us and warned us he was a crankypants.

He was always sweet as could be after that.  But we always called him crankypants.

Rest in peace, Crankypants, I thought you were a pretty nifty guy.

Had a headache

Took Excedrin, now feel loopy and slightly nauseated.  But my head doesn’t hurt….so that is a positive thing, right?

Who knew you could get a buzz on Excedrin?

Work rant

I do not understand the people who think that just because they don’t file the tax forms I gave them to file with the IRS, that the IRS isn’t going to notice. Because they do.

That is all.

things you shouldn’t try to claim on your taxes

We had clients who came in and told us how to do our jobs. It was quite hilarious.
Which is why I’m going to be practicing brain surgery tomorrow. Becuase we all know its easy, right?

*According to several clients, there is an automatic $500 charitable contribution. AND no limits. They get quite grumpy when we tell them NO SUCH THING!
*Talking on your cell phone with clients while driving does not make those miles business miles. And talking on the phone the entire flight cross country flight to your business contacts does not make the 3000 miles you traveled deductible, either.
OH, and you know what? That trip to Italy you took with your friends (also clients) you sold a house to? Doesn’t count.
*We were assured by one client that if you are self employed and you buy food during the day at a gas station that he could write it off. A company who does tax returns was giving him 1200 credit for that…right…. ***

***That would mean that the federal government was paying for my chocolate habit. How bout it G-W?*

Que office space office equipment destruction music

The flash drive won’t work. Doesn’t really bother me, it isn’t mine. But we’ve plugged the sucker into all of our computers, and its not working. So now we will sit for 10 minutes, to ponder what we should do with it. Because it really doesn’t work.
Actually, we are just enjoying the peace and quiet after tax season. I think the phone has rung twice this afternoon. Its nice to be able to sit and not rush about at a frantic pace.
Then J and I planted flowers. I love J. If I ever get married again, I’m asking her to be my maid of honor. We sat and talked about the funny shaped seeds, until M told us we were probably stunting the flowers’ growth by telling them that.
Doing payroll for an ex marine. Used to guard US Consulates, or some other such things… Not who I would want guarding my embassy, but then again I have high standards, and he can barely speak English as it is. Not the best of representatives for the good ol US of A. Shudder.
I’m still in the after lunch take a nap mode. I just can’t seem to wake up. Shall perhaps lay my head down…