taxes

As I progress forward on the taxes, I went downstairs to get the assistance of number one daughter to total my post office receipts. (Yes my accounting method is: throw everything in a box and total it on tax day.)

Well, every time I come downstairs, Mrs. Curley wants to know if I have any "news" (of the existence and size of any refund.) For a few moments on this day, I hold everyone's attention. Do we get the new roof? How about that used pop-up camper for sale downtown? etc. etc.

Whatever it comes out to, it never stretches as far as one would like. Can wait til its over. I've got a couple hours left. Just took a break for a beer and some cheese....