One pile of many. Large mug for spatial reference.
Tired husband. Into hour four of entering moneys we didn't know we had into spreadsheet. (Note the shorts and tee! It's been H-O-T here, yo. Happens 'bout once a year - like me sleeping through the night.)
We watched a lot of this to get through it.
Froyo on us!
You're a hoot and I'm quite pleased to have stumbled across your blog.
ReplyDeletetaaaaxes blah!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd I love all your pictures of your day. I want to start doing it sometime...but right now, everyone in class or work would stare at me oddly if I did...and no one wants to see pics of a dorm room. There's not a whole lot going on there.
*spits @ all the receipts*
ReplyDeleteonce we got our taxes done, i was like, "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"
even though i didn't have to actually do anything cause billy did it all.
but still.
i like to share in the celebration, not the work.
hi sara! welcome to my weirdness !
ReplyDeleteemmysuh - take pics anyway! if you notice, i'm almost exclusively on my brown couch or in front of the stove. i actually do other things, i promise, but never remember to take pictures of them...
oh and actually those aren't for taxes! poor fella did those, too, but these guys were just straight-up travel expenses he'll get reimbursed for from work. all those diet cokes really do add up.