Be warned, I have no interesting topic for today. I'm just feeling guilty about not blogging lately, so... you get what you get.
It feels like their should be some hidden meaning to that blog title, but it just is what it is. There is a cornbread-type cracker in the President's Choice 840g Cracker Collection Club Pack that I love. Isn't that a sweet deal, buy a box of mix crackers and get a sleeve of cookies too!
On another totally random note, I love the McDonald's boy's happy meal toys right now. I may have gone through the drive-through once this week ordering 2 of just that. They're selling 4 inch tall Justice League figurines that have a one button perk (like a light or chopping action) - my kids are in love and play with them all day everyday. It's been awesome to watch them getting along and playing TOGETHER.
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You'll think I'm crazy because I don't use a computer or professional to help me out. I must like to do things the hard way - by hand. When I realized the day had come, I was chomping at the bit, I could hardly get through making lunch I was so excited to start. Something about that newspaper-y smell of fresh paperwork. I'm so grateful that my Dad insisted I know how to do it. I've only not done it myself 3 years since starting in high-school. And 5 years I've done double duty with Trevor's too.
I love you! I love all your mathematical goodness - multiplying percentages makes my heart skip a beat. I love checking and rechecking each line, form and step. And when I finally seal up that envelope (I told you - I LIKE doing things the hard way!) the sense of satisfaction is overwhelming. If only it could last a little longer - one afternoon was not enough
Oh, Tax Season. Loving you is it's own reward.
I love you! I love all your mathematical goodness - multiplying percentages makes my heart skip a beat. I love checking and rechecking each line, form and step. And when I finally seal up that envelope (I told you - I LIKE doing things the hard way!) the sense of satisfaction is overwhelming. If only it could last a little longer - one afternoon was not enough
Oh, Tax Season. Loving you is it's own reward.
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