TAXES

HELLO NICE PEOPLE,

 

I made it through another week.  We have Friday off from work, but we DO have to be at meeting in the morning.  This meeting is supposed to last 45 minutes.  So, 125 Drivers are going to drive about 30 miles in their cars with gas at $3.00 a gallon just in case they want to ask some questions about the school.  Go Figure!

I am still figting the darn ole RED X. 

TAXES

Tax time always makes me nervous.  I always have this feeling that I am going to forget something,  or forget to sign it or forget the check.  Yesterday, we finished preparing the taxes, signed both copies and I wrote out a check.  Of course, Hubby is no  help with his "did you sign it?,  don't  fold it like that,  did you put all the pages in?, Did you sign the check?, Did you put the right stamps on it?  Yadda, Yadda, Yadda!!!!  And I did it all RIGHT.......and then I threw it in the TRASH.  Yep, I did.  I cleaned off the table and put everything away and put the tax envelopes in the trash instead of the mailbox. 

As I was driving back to AC,  something just did not seem right.  Did I put those envelopes in the mailbox??  I don't remember...hmmmmm.  OH well,  I must have, where else would I have put them.  Not to worry.  I worry too much.  

Brinngggg goes the cell phone!  Hubby--->  "Hey. I opened the trash compactor  and guess what was in there?"  Me--->  "Oh yeah, the taxes,  I just put them in there til I get home.  Then I'll  put them in the mailbox.

Here is that picture of  Dominic, my son that would not come out on the last entry.  Lets see if it comes out this time

Chef Dominic.  FYI : Chefs don't wear the big tall hats anymore.  Seems they are top heavy and  hot and get caught on things.  The new hat of choice is baseball caps, since they must wear some kind of head covering in the kitchen.  But the big tall ones are used for graduations.