>It’s April 9.
Believe it or not, people are still throwing tax returns at me. I’m trying to refrain from laughing hysterically.
I have successfully refrained from shouting “screw you, Jenny Craig” as I shovel handfuls of chocolate into my face. It’s only a temporary phase, after all.
I have successfully refrained from lecturing people on the importance of me being able to *read* the documents they give me. Fuzzy faxes and receipts that look like they’ve been through the washing machine don’t cut it.
We went to Defcon 2 this morning as the stapler broke. It’s amazing how much I rely on a stapler. Fortunately I found a sub without breaking into tears. At least it wasn’t as bad as the nail in the tire last week. I was very proud of handling that without breaking out into hives. (Kudos to the Hummer dealer here, btw. They got me in and out quickly. And yes, I figure it’s overkill to go to the dealer for a nail in the tire, but it was the only option at the time. )
I’m crawling back into my hole. Hopefully I’ll see all of you next week.