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Too many tax returns can make a person crazy.

I don’t know where my head is at but these two headlines juxtaposed near each other made me grin:

6 Ways to Find and Grow a Profitable Specialty Niche

Joint Tax Committee: Overview Of The Federal Tax System 

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Dear Congresscritter:

FORGET TAX SEASON, CPAS — CONGRESS NEEDS YOUR HELP - macpa.org

" “Submissions will be accepted through April 15, 2015, and made public at a later date.”

So be sure to draft those ideas and send them in, tax pros. Just use a bit of that ocean of free time you’ve got between now and April 15.

I’d laugh, but like most things that come out of Washington these days, it’s not funny. "

Do you really want my opinion?

No, I didn't think so.

Three weeks left in Tax Season

h/t Kellie

Rallied the Troops

I scored a case of Girl Scout cookies that will get donated to the Bellevue location of the Puget Sound Blood Bank (now called Bloodworks NW) next weekend. Make your appointment now to donate blood or platelets while supplies last! I got the good stuff, too, after a friend was lured to donate by the promise of a cookie reward and was disappointed by the blood bank's offering. I hope you'll go back, Laurie, because I got 10 boxes of Samoas just for you!

Thanks to Debbie who helped me find a Girl Scout Troop with an inventory problem!

I'm taking a rare day off from work today. Lord knows I can't afford to this time of year but I needed the break. Not to mention, a shower. And sleep sounded like a good idea too. Made some time to save a life while I was at it. 

Do you think the blood bank knows my blood is highly caffeinated? If Starbucks could just hook up the other arm, I'd be all set. 

Keeping it weird in Portland

PDX Carpet Has Last Hoorah As Starlight Parade Grand Marshal

"As part of what seems to be the longest goodbye to flooring ever, the Portland Rose Festival named the Portland International Airport carpet grand marshal of the 2015 Starlight Parade in late May.

"The rolled carpet was expressionless during the announcement, surrounded by its own security detail of TSA agents at the airport’s PDX Carpet Fair on Friday."

http://www.opb.org/news/blog/newsblog/pdx-carpet-has-last-hoorah-as-starlight-parade-grand-marshal/?google_editors_picks=true

So funny, I cried . . .

. . . because it is so horrifyingly true.

3.14.15

It's not just Pi Day. It's the ultimate Pi Day! The ultimate Pi Moment occurs at 9:26:53. It only happens once in a lifetime (usually) so don't miss it!

Let's only eat round things today!

Woo hoo! Oh, wait . . . .

It's Friday? I know because Hubby is wearing a red shirt and he always wears a red shirt on Fridays. And there's rumor of pizza and a movie later on. Other than that, today is pretty much like yesterday. Or tomorrow, for that matter. Or the day after that . . . .

You get the idea.

Condo Living: I Think I'm Getting the Hang of It

Got a new bed delivered to our newly acquired abode and it's, oh, so nice. It's the perfect combination of firm and fluffy and the new sheets are crisp but cozy. There's just one teeny weeny problem: It's just not teeny weeny.

This condo was not built with king-sized mattresses in mind. I wasn't sure it was going to make it to the second floor.

The eye of a needle?

Not to mention the third where the bedroom is.

When it was finally placed on it's final - ahem - resting place, we were faced with another itsy bitsy curiosity: We would need a ladder to climb up into it.

The mattress is 16 inches thick. The box springs are another five inches. The bed frame we ordered is additional 12. What's the math on that? Like, three feet?

The condo was mostly furnished when we moved in and now we know why. This bed will never leave this address.

The view of Mt. Hood from an eastern window inspires me: I'll just decorate around it.

Imagine: The trek begins at ground level. You make camp one the first floor to acclimate. You continue on with a hired Sherpa only to pass discarded oxygen tanks as you reach the third floor landing. From here, you can see the peak thrown into sharp relief beneath the ceiling fan.

All that's left is the final ascent. The Sherpa will go no farther until additional supplies are dropped by any number of planes flying out of PDX, the drone of which now a welcoming sound. Until, finally, you traverse an ice ladder to what awaits: slumber. Sweet, sweet slumber.

Next, I'm thinking about installing a slide so I can get out of the damn thing. And if I do it right, it'll deliver me directly to the coffee maker.

Just change the channel if you don't like it

Nun of Thee Above (Updated)

Came to me in a dream, she did.

Imagine that.

Actually, she did.

One of my college roommates aspired to become a nun. She was on the bottom bunk and I was on the top. . . .

And, she did. Become a nun, that is.

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Can't decide which is worse - being buried in tax returns or buried in snow. I know I'm not supposed to mention the daffodils or budding cherry trees - heard there was a new rule prohibiting that - so you didn't hear this from me: It's been nice enough to drive with the top down here. It might also be nice enough to take the boat out but for the avalanche of aforementioned tax returns.

Which is to say, you might not hear much from me over the next few weeks, flowers notwithstanding.

In the meantime, I also need to sell a 2008 BMW 535 xi with 110,000 miles on it. There's nothing wrong with it. In fact, it drives great (meticulously maintained, super solid) and has an outstanding stereo. I just have more cars than I need and it's time to do something about it.

So, if you know someone who might be interested, let me know.

It does great in the snow, too, btw.

Just saying.