One week left to get your taxes done if they're not done already. One week of dawn to dusk work hours. One more week without a day off.
Yesterday, Monday, was a productive and relatively sane day. That's saying something for a Monday. But the day before, my head exploded.
After work, I went out (as in out of doors, having showered and washed my hair) for a beer. I was telling Hubby that I had come across a reference to a K-3, a tax form a writer on Twitter wished to set fire to.
I didn't actually see the K-3 (thank goodness, because it's a 20-page form). One taxpayer's documents just made reference to one. As I was telling Hubby about this my right earring popped right off my ear. It was a hoop earring with a spring-hinge closure.
Hubby said, "I think your head just exploded."
Indeed, I was a little light-headed and started to worry about the perilous height of the barstool. I only had one beer and then Hubby thought it best to get me home.
Like I said, Monday was better. No exploding body parts.
Yet.
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