Taxes are annoying.

But I guess that’s my fault for waiting until the last minute to do them. But it’s not really all that important anyway because I’m only getting like $30 back. Whatever. Let’s see, anything new and exciting happening in the life of our of always topic of conversation? Not particularly. His father wants to talk to her father and as far as I can tell, that’s a bad thing for all parties involved. He’s working, which is good, but some people are wondering whether he’s the right person for the job. People like his boss. Not usually a good thing. But he has co-workers vouching for him. When he gets trained to do everything, then his boss shouldn’t have any questions. Other than that… everything seems normal. Okay. time for me to go mail this damned tax report followed by bank visits, and food scrounging.

“Catch ya on the flip side.”

Jack