|For all my paranormal fans, next week.|
Really, next week.
Except for B&N, who seems
to drag behind.
Other stuff that happened.
My bra tried to kill me. I've blogged about underwire bras before. I know. But this bra really had it out for me. It broke in half down at the bottom and tried to impale me. (Somewhere my sister is saying, "What the f**k are you doing buying an underwire bra? Didn't we have this f**king conversation before? Are you f**king stupid?" Well, yeah. Has anyone ever tried to buy a larger cup size bra without a stupid underwire in it? It's either underwire in it or pay for a $100 bra. Of course, that compels me to illustrate what a $100 bra advertisement would look like.) (Hold on, this could be ugly. Or funny. Or possibly silly.)
|That's a bra.|
Alert. Abrupt change of subject. I'm going from murderous bras to canny squirrels. (Try to keep up. Drink some more coffee.)
Recently, a very intrepid squirrel has discovered the bird feeder. By doing an upside-down flip, she attains the feeder, sits in it, and chows to her little heart's content. HIM took exception and broke out the bb gun. (Which is probably illegal. Don't tell my neighbors. They already don't like us because we tried to build a tree house in the side yard.)
|Do you think Elmer ever|
really bagged anything, ever?
|I know. This isn't really what happened.|
But it should have.
And I didn't really want to go looking for a photo of an albino squirrel, so I used Super Squirrel instead. (There's a good, i.e., bad, line in there about needing to save his nuts, but I won't use it.)
Subject change again! Here.
Now I'm trying to get all my tax papers together. This is not easy. Apparently I have lots of receipts and I don't want the CPA to kick me to the curb for next year. Also I had to learn all about writing up 1099-misc's. Does anyone but a CPA and an employee of the IRS know what a 1099-misc is?
In conclusion. Stuff happens and don't feed your