Death and Taxes Redeux

Bless this day's heart.

It started with a HUGE thunderstorm.  I couldn't even get out to release the chickens until 8 am.  Buddy was hiding under my desk.  He hates loud noises.  The rain slacked off enough for me to finally let the girls and JW out and they were all still on the roost!  Lazy cockers!

I had just enough time to shower and have a cup of coffee, then I had to take Buddy to the vet for an exam and shots.  I dropped the chain saws off and bought some punches on the way.  Got to the vet and had her refer me to a specialty group in Cary to see about Buddy's seizures.   On the way out, I thought I was in Wallace for some reason and got on I40.   There is NO exit until you get half way to Wilmington, so we took the scenic route.  By the time I got home, I only discovered two eggs that were still viable (warm) and stuck these under MB2.  I think that's her limit.

Then, I thought it time to tackle Turbo Tax.

OMG.  By the time I finished (4 hours later) my right eye was twitching, my legs were numb and my last nerve left for parts unknown.

Me before turbo tax

Me after turbo tax

In between, Darryl and his other brother Darryl came to finish fixing the heat pump.  They left their oxygen tank at the shop so had to borrow Jim's so they could braise the part on.  Of course, the dogs had to bark the whole time, All Around the House.

And Gmar had to come in, oh, about 50 times to ask me the SAME question.  Jim told me the punches were the wrong punches.  The dogs were still barking.  Darryl had to use the bathroom and didn't knock, just walked in the house.  The girl with the lawn mower I wanted called to tell me that someone else wanted it NOW, so I had to move up the appointment to look at the thing to thursday at 5:30 and she lives in Hampstead (about 60 miles).

GAAAAAAAHHHHHH.

I finally got walkies at 6:30.  Both dogs jumped in the water and came home soaking wet.  I threw them in the house and went to cover my tomatoes, as it is supposed to freeze hard this PM.  I have to get the tropicals in off the porch, and four of them are in the new large pots where I put them for growth purposes.  Ugh, my aching back.  I don't know if my beets or basil are going to survive in the garden.

BUT...

The taxes are done, we get a refund, the heater is fixed in time for tonight, and Jim made dinner.

Still, next year, if I get a choice, I'm taking DEATH.

Bak Bak