Evenin’ all. A productive day was had after my marathon morning w/ yall.
First was shevelment & feeding, then once fortified I e-filed our joint taxes; they had been done for a week but filing had been on hold awaiting consensus with HL on how to send the Feds their tribute of gold. I’m pleased to say that my way prevailed, but not as a matter of jerkitude, just that it was the most logical choice. I suspect she needed to check w her atty first which is fine w me. We shan’t mention the scale of tribute due. But tax filing is now done, and next year will be totally separate. Another box checked off on the divorce to-do list. Yaay!
Then set off to two Targets since of course the close one didn’t have what I wanted and a quick tap at the app showed the other one had lots, then got a haircut which is always a relaxing break in the day. Next up was the vitamin store, whereat I switched to buying what I needed from Amazon instead, the item in question being both better and cheaper that way. Off then to the carwash, the beach toy store, bank, grocery store, PO Box then home.
Killed several e-errands next, relating to address changes, finishing the application for the new-construction apartment, and tracking down some wayward Amazon returns that needed to be sent to the 3rd party seller, not just dropped of at the local Amazon desk.
Up next is dinner; Roomie will have family over this evening so my plan is to become scarce here soon and remain that way.
As to y’all …
That sounds totally adorable and enthusiasm-filled. Skill and attention span, maybe not so much.
I’ve got whiplash trying to follow the saga of your dishwasher repair! But I hope I’ll soon read of great and cheap success.
Honey, I’d pay serious money to be 49 & 9. Good luck keeping your personal jalopy on the road another 49 & 9.
Yeah. The drive or Uber is more of a dilemma all the time. Hooray for old friends however you get together!
Cookie: Nieces, daughter, and a Juicy Lucy all in just 3 days. Sounds fun. Hope the doc can re-rig your hip. Best of luck w the cat. Old age for them or us, either way it’s a bum deal.
Definitely avoid a fire in the septic tank. That would smell atrocious. 
Did I ever share the tale of how my USAF security clearance got all fouled up and they thought I was ripe for Communist exploitation? Great story …
When I started in USAF they sent investigators out to dig into my background for a security clearance just as they do for every officer. But my clearance got all snagged up and I got called in to get fussed at for being a security risk. And for lying on my security clearace biography/resume form. Uggh.
Turns out my mother and I had had the same addresses for a few years (duh), and shared a last name (also duh). It also happens that her first name and mine share the first 3 letters. Other than that they’re quite different length, sound, etc., and each name is both gender-traditional and gender-unambiguous. Mom and I are not the same gender (Duh3).
Seems that at one time when she was in hard times after divorcing from Dad she ended up with some bad debts that got written off. I was about 10 at the time the debts were discharged so she’d have then been 35ish.
The Einsteins at the investigative service concluded that 22yo USAF newbie me made and renegged on these dozen-years ago debts and was therefore untrustworthy and worse yet, ripe to be subjected to Communist blackmail. Gasp! And of course since I’d omitted these debts (that I had never known of) on my biography form I was guilty of concealing the embarrassing info from them; a very severe violation of some National Security Regulations!!1! Jail him!
As undiplomatic as I often am now, that is nothing compared to my default contempt-filled abruptness at age 22. The conversation with those morons did not go as they expected. If I’d had more rank, they’d have been in jail for impersonating a human with a brain.
Sleep tight America; Rocket surgeons like those are guarding all of DoD’s secrets and secret-keepers. Sheesh.
Going back to Flyboy, I suspect the real problem was a credit reporting agency had glued Mom & I together a bit, but these “professional” investigators were too stupid or lazy to even glance beyond the headlines and assumed the reports were infallible. You’d hope people who read those reports for a living know how much GIGO is common in them. You’d hope in vain.
Yaay! Hookey is a great game to play. Hope you can get to the music event.
Best of luck with wife BFF. I can recall a lot of years being the person arranging, and then begging off from, events like you’re hoping to have with them. Thanks for being the good sport you are.
Yeah. We’re talking about the equivalent of a couple of days’ rent. No brainer.
My brother the builder would agree with all of that. When I visited him coming up on 2 weekends ago, the pencil was there the whole time unless he was writing with it.
Sorry to be unclear. I was referring to FCM’s wrap-up of her MIL’s apartment that was happening yesterday or today.
My own MIL has been dead, and her apartment and effects wrapped, for just shy of 2 years now. Time flies … So that one is pretty sting-free now.
But thanks for the well-wishes; I’ll bank em’ for the inevitable next crisis in LSLLand.
Yes; I’ve followed the whole daughter vs job flail with interest and concern and am pleased to see what looks like a happy light at a cozy inn just waiting for her to pull in next week.
As to me again:
The need to feed has become urgent with speed. So now to grab a sweater, dash out the door, and decide where to go. Hmmm.
Cheers!
for my break) but as a lover of capers, I’d be all over that salad … and I’m not much of a salad person.
but point being, I approve!
… put on some music, and … soon enough, right as you start winding down and getting really hungry, there’s a potful of yumminess!
I used to have a pin that said “Why be normal?”. I don’t always want to do what everybody else does.
