Monday, May 10, 2010

I hate taxes

I hate taxes. Wednesday is our postponed tax appointment. We prepare our own because we also hate to pay someone else to do them. I hate taxes.

This morning I got up early to begin AGAIN on tax preparation. I hate taxes.

But first, I remembered I didn't update the family on Virginia's surgery progress, which led me to FaceBook where I got distracted reading friends' news.

And while I was on the computer, I had to email the English teacher our group's collaborative lesson plan assignment due by noon today. I had to do homework this weekend! But at least it kept me from doing taxes.

Since I was going downstairs to the computer, I brought the sheets and began laundry. I hate taxes.

Then I cleaned up the kitchen from breakfast and last night's snack before I mixed brownies for this afternoon's Good News Club and put them in the oven. Oh, and later this morning I have to study my Elijah lesson some more. But that's much better for me spiritually than taxes. Must put God before taxes (although I'm skipping Monday morning Bible study to get all this done).

And the bread maker was sitting on the counter, so I threw in ingredients for a loaf of bread and got that started. I hate taxes.

Then I had a stern talk with myself to go running, even though I don't want to, because I gained weight this weekend eating three normal meals instead of my lightweight or skipped meals. I hate the scales as much as I hate taxes (!) so I went running (Oh, "Hi, Vanessa," who just honked as she drove by me on the way to school). I wonder if she knows how much I hate taxes.

So I got home just in time to take the brownies out of the oven. But I'm rambling on here. Now I need to shower, wash my hair, curl or straighten it, make up the bed, bake the bread, and FINALLY begin sorting through a mound of receipts and adding up my deductibles, which I hate doing, by the way.

And it had better get done before Good News Club, because afterward I have four make-up piano lessons. And in the evenings I'm wiped and good for nothing. I'd really hate working on taxes then.

But then I decided to blog. But I can't think of any more excuses, and I REALLY don't want to spend an all-nighter Tuesday night.

So here I go.

I'm signing off.

Bye.