June and Ward
'Twas a gooder of a night. The bestest kind, really. I did two loads of laundry AND my taxes!
Wo0t!
Well, to be fair FS did my taxes. She gets giggly over adding and multiplying so we busted out the paper forms and an extra sharp pencil and spent two hours getting crazy with the government. Holla for $1330 back!
Double wo0t!
FS and I should really get married. In the 1950s. I think I'd make a good June Cleaver, and she a handsome Ward. Tonight, while she rested her feet, I made dinner (tuna casserole and chocolate pudding). And then while she crunched my numbers, I folded her socks, worked up some dish pan hands, and entertained her friends (well, Fingers... more of a mutual friend, really.)
In other news, it's Friday. I'm 'cited. I lub the weekends. And much like the $1330, here's hoping there are a few pleasant weekend surprises coming my way. I guess you're gonna have to wait for Monday's post to find out!
3 comments:
i need a ward, as well. my "taxes" are all shoved in a pile of other papers, waiting to be found, sorted, and "filed".
congrats on your big win!! (it is a bit like a lottery, innit?)
-sleeves
i would totally marry you library lady. my only request would be that i be able to fully cheat on you with the male variety often.
Heres to our happy future.
FS
I totally get my Ward to do the taxes. I mean, he also does the dishes, and usually beats me to the laundry, etc...
But I'm still a better cook.
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