I'm off to the accountant's office. Again. Not only are our business taxes too hard to do on our own, they have to be explained to us. I'm sick already. However, it is St. Patrick's Day and I'm wearing my token colored green shirt.
Think that will help? I am sure she's looking for some green, too, in the form of a check. Me, I'm looking for that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Hmmm...it's a little cloudy outside.
My guess?
We'll both be disappointed. So much for the luck of the Irish. (Maybe it'd help if I was Irish!)
3 comments:
That was clever...
Good luck. Hope you find that pot of gold. Maybe you could share? :) (We me of course...)
Sounds like you're having some St. Patrick's Day Blues of your own, along with cute little Jane over in Grapefruitland. I hope you find that pot of gold one of these days too. :)
Just don't find yourself driving by any "7-11's that aren't on your way home" (explanation needed? see movie quote no. 1,237 - Raising Arizona)
It'll be alright, I promise.
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