Ok, so I am still being audited. The IRS sent me a transcript and a letter saying the figures in column A don't match their records. Well of course not! They don't match mine either since I swear they made them up and I am just trying to get them corrected so my state will let me alone. So instead of calling them and ranting, I filled out the form with what I know is wrong numbers and them submitted a form on how to correct it. If they accept it (cross all fingers, toes, throw salt over my should, kiss an Irishman for luck, and knock on all wood or wood substitutes) in 6-8 weeks I might be free of this mess. If not I swear I will arbitrate and alteast get a reduced fee. I hate taxes. and the worst fault is this is a small deal. I spent the rest of the day swearing... I can't help it. They are so frustrating. Swearing for me is actually just saying works like "whatever" and "dang" or "dorks" I only once resorted to saying "what the hell are they thinking." That is a Simpson quote which is why its funny.
On the plus side sometime next week is Jed's birthday. Actually that may not be a plus. He never really likes what I get him unless its money. I try! I buy him movies, and music, and books. I think he just really wants shoes and I have no idea what he likes. Money it is, in a monkey card too. How un-creative is that.
to self, don't get audited. Geez. Sorry to hear about the woes. If it helps my spots are better, but my friend Sandra drug me to Yoga. Now I can't move my shoulders and every twist made my skin feel like it was going to crack. Ahhh, who knew I'd miss humidity?
Guys always think Yoga is easy and girly but its really quite difficult. I like yoga but I also usually fall over because I am not that graceful.
Yes, sadly, while demonstrating a move in my 4 inch heels at work the next day, my balance is perfect. Apparently, I just can't balance on barefeet. I'm thinking of wearing heels this week.