I'm needing one of these two setups (I'm not picky, I'll take either) in the worst way right now. As I type this post, it's 2:34 a.m. I'm in bed wearing my usual sweats and T-shirt, splitting the mattress with Lucy who takes up more space than big foot, and late night snacking on Frosted Mini Wheats straight out of the box. I can't possibly admit to what's on TV in the background (cough . . . Toddlers & Tiaras . . . cough). If I wasn't 25, I'd be certain I was going through some sort of midlife crisis.
Yesterday was poopy (this is me whining). I'm dealing with blurry vision in my right eye (again), I had to take the pooch to the vet for vaccinations, and the PA Department of Revenue sent me a nasty little letter in the mail accusing me of being a "Sales Tax Delinquent"—the joys of owning your own business.
Don't worry, I'm not going to jail. The Dept. of Revenue claims to have made an "honest mistake, Ms. Shaffer."
Today I'll be doing a number of things, bookkeeping being one of them — WOOF.
Feel free to interrupt. Please!