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Pay It If You Have It

I hadn’t given much thought to the taxes paid by other people until this week when I started talking about how I just sent mine in Sunday, and I was surprised with how many people told me they’d already sent theirs in, received a refund, and spent it. Which makes me think that if I receive a refund, then I need to spend it. I’m thinking gigantic party “down by the river on a Friday night. Pyramid of cans in the pale moon light.” Who’s with me?

Stupid taxes. Ah, not really. I can go either way on this one. It’s not very exciting. Except that today is the last day if you didn’t request an extension. It’s my understanding, though, that the extension doesn’t mean you don’t have to pay by today, just that you have more time to complete the paperwork. But, if you’ve completed enough paperwork to know you have to pay, why not just send in the entire package? Plenty of reasons, I’m sure.

All is well.

You Probably Can’t Tell

I have a bike-less seat and a seat-less bike. Yes, those both make sense, and the piece I’m missing measures 28.6. (I’m thinking diameter in mm.) Nevertheless, once I removed the rack and basket from my orange beast I was able to ride in the cool night air. That’s right, it was cold last night. But nothing that a little drink couldn’t protect. Ha! That and a pair of jeans and a jacket.

For some reason this seems like one of the longest weekends in a while. I think we’re on week 16 of the year. I think that.

I haven’t been to the market in 2 weeks, so as soon as I finish here I’m going there to buy food. The rest of you need to return my phone calls. I’m not interested in broken parts or dead batteries.

And there we have it.

You Probably Can't Tell

For some reason this seems like one of the longest weekends in a while. I think we’re on week 16 of the year. I think that.

And there we have it.

April Fools’ Day

What is that, anyway? An April Fool? I don’t get it. Generally I can’t, for whatever reason, get interested in this holiday of non-holidays. A day of joke-playing and practical pranks. Elaborate hoaxes. Maybe it’s just that I’m upset at never having been the punchline for one of these laughable scenarios. I don’t believe that, but let’s leave it at that for the sake of not having to think about it any longer.

Even though I’m not a fan of the practical prank/joke, I do enjoy an unexpected outcome. While moving through the day with my boss, she received a call from her son where he told her that he’s engaged to be married to his girlfriend. His mom, my boss, is not immediately jumping for joy with excitement, the response I’m sure her son was seeking so he could then holler “April Fools!” Instead he was met with the sound of fear in his mother’s voice and the dreaded “Why?”

It was all I could do to keep from laughing, and I wasn’t on the call. Needless to say, my boss was much relieved (and jumping for joy) when she found out the engagement wasn’t real. At which point she directed her son to tell his girlfriend that “she was excited” when she heard the news and “let down” when she found out it was just an April Fools’ Day joke. Ha!

I’m not sure which of the three characters is the true butt of the joke, so we’ll have to wait and see how the story plays itself out. Until then.

April Fools' Day

I’m not sure which of the three characters is the true butt of the joke, so we’ll have to wait and see how the story plays itself out. Until then.

The Day My Bike Seat Was Stolen

Those darn rascally kats are at it again, they’ve gone and hijacked the seat of my bicycle, which I loved very much for sitting upon while riding through town. I don’t know yet what it costs to get a new seat, but I think I’m going to hold off on making a purchase and see if maybe a ransom note shows itself.

I arrived at roughly 7:30 in the morning at the bike rack in front of a favorite pub of mine, to find the seat to my bicycle missing. A dastardly deed, indeed! (The stealing of my seat, not me finding my bike that way.) It made for a slow walk home, which was much different than the brisk walk I’d had to gather my bike, and much much slower than the ride I would have had home had my bike been functional. The problem being, that in stealing the seat they also stole the post, which I found out was a very necessary part to keeping the rear rack/basket set in place. Without the seat post, the rear rack/basket would swing backward and drag on the ground. So I had to hold these things in place while walking the bike home.

It definitely is not the end of my biking dreams, but kind of a bummer, to say the least. I’ll hoof it around the grid for a few days over the next couple weeks until I feel comfortable coming to terms with a new seat. Every dollar I spend on a new seat is one more dollar I won’t be spending to save the the lives of many starving children around the world. Think about that, you bike vandals, if you’re out there reading this!

Umbrellas And French Toast

I keep my umbrella in the trunk of my car. Along with my golf clubs, jumper cables, a visor, a few old broken computer parts, two screwdrivers, and some other stuff I rarely use, like a squeegee for the front & rear windows.

I don’t use vanilla extract for my french toast. I don’t know why. actually, it’s been ages since I’ve even thought about making french toast. Nichole talked about it once not too long ago, but I wasn’t listening. Or I couldn’t hear.

I like the fruit punch Gatorade. it’s my favorite.

Do You Feel It, Too?

It’s in my lower back.

It’s hard for me to write about it without making fun of it, and, really, I have no business doing either. Right? As if that’s ever stopped me before. Oh, you’re probably right, it has. Or, it does. I say we wait and let the plot thicken. In the meanwhile, we’ll all just mind our own.

Let me introduce you to my new friend, Abuterol. Comes in a nifty little canister. I breathe it into my lungs. My lungs are filled with air.

Twitter twitter.

Every day with the this and the that, the that and the this. What’s the point? Enough already, I say. Leave me be in my sea of misery. (I don’t mean that, it just came out.) I’m not miserable. I’m bored. I guess one begets the other, but that’s not what I’m saying. A lot of time was misplaced, and that’s mostly my fault. Heck, we’ll say it’s all my fault. I’ll take blame for that. Misplaced time. What was I thinking, or rather, why wasn’t I thinking? Such nonsense. Can’t go back. The other one deserved better treatment. Neither an Irish Whiskey.

Pink and yellow elephanted polka-dots. (What do you think that means?)

I think it goes without saying that I’m in a mixed mood. But, there you have it, I’ve said it anyway. That’s part of the problem with sitting in the car for so long in the morning, there is much too much time left for planning skits. When one is home alone for long periods of time, one will perform skits.

Well, It's Here Again

that’s right, national grammar day. march 4th, every year.

I say, good folks, abandon the overly proscriptive rules and split your infinitives today. Split them as if you’ve never enjoyed to do so. to go quickly where others want to quickly leave. (oh bother.)

On another note…actually, no time for that. I have this thing in my head, and I’m pretty sure it has very little to do with my brain.

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Well, It’s Here Again