The Goose

So today is a stressful day. Many things are going on right now and so I have all sorts of tension and anxiety, so much so that I actually forced Z to rub my poor aching shoulders at the park yesterday (by the way, Z, you must finish what you started!). Anyhow, while meandering aimlessly through my cyberworld just now, I came across this picture of my little girl. It cheered me up so much that I thought I should post it. I don't see that it is possible to remain grouchy when there is such a beautiful munchkin right here in my own home! Thank you Lucy!

SUPER Jen the Mighty!

Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet! Today, for the first time ever, I beat Super Mario Bros 3! Yes, I know it's about twenty years late, but thank goodness for my Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Rock on!

GRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

If you have spoken with me in the last few days you are most likely aware of my newest rant (and if you are not aware, how come you don't listen when I'm talking to you?!?!). I've been doing my taxes and there is a new section for California Use Tax. This lame, smelly law states that if I buy something from an out of state retailer (like Amazon, my favorite cyberhome away from home), and said retailer does not charge me sales tax (again, like my beautiful, wonderful Amazon), then I am obliged to pay a tax for USING the purchased items in smelly, stinky California. Of all of the crooked, stinky laws!

So now I stand at a moral crossroads. Reporting out of state purchases is on the honor system. So do I:

a. Support a ridiculous law and report my purchases
b. Silently protest these outrageous tax laws by remaining silent about my purchases
c. Relocate to New Zealand and start a mini-horse farm

Please vote for one of the above. Whoever guesses correctly what I did (I just now, in this last minute, sent in my taxes) can pay my $200 use tax. Sigh.

Yes We Can

I Can Still Feel My Severed Limb

I have no phone. After days of worsening static, the line is totally gone. This is insanely depressing, and if F & Z were able to contact me they would be telling me that this is why I need a cell phone.

Argh. If you are in my neighborhood, stop by and you will see me steal longing glances (through the shower of tears) at my beloved telephone.