OK as I am on vacation last night I was tempted with the nagging call of a cold bottle of LaCrema rather screaming from the kitchen. My goal is to "be good" for a couple days before the inevitable feast of doom. The voice of the wine was louder than the voice of the IRS worker whom my husband had on speaker phone. Dealing with the IRS (invokes something a little stronger than wine- like ativan and benedryl) is a little like being a teenager who did something wrong, the parents knew yet continued to toy with the youth before just lowering the boom. They were going over a a financial statement. After being transferred 3 times and put on hold for a total of an hour. Jack was needless to say really trying to hold it together. He fought bravely like Cool Hand Luke( when they broke him) . "yes boss" this and "yes boss" that. In completing a financial statement they look at what you spend on every basic need they say "what do you spend on your car payment?," you say "$546" they say " you only get $344" the rest is "disposable income" Instead of just saying pay $2000/mo they torture you, the entire time you know what the outcome is you say just tell me how much!" Other tid bits you get more for Internet than you do hair! you get $200/month for clothes! I also do think they realize that gas is $4/gallon. They also wanted to know how much we spent on food. We sort of guessed at $1200 a month! This is before we knew we had to prove it. She laughed and asked if we were on a special diet I chimed in "Just Jenny Craig I am fat." I believe the IRS worker with the East Coast accent laughed . So this is almost over. If anyone knows of an attorney that could deal with the SOB's please message me before I jump into the bottle of LaCrema with a mouth full of ativan and benadryl. JK. I have a goal weight to get to.
Just finished my Jenny French Toast and am enjoying writing and a cup of coffee before I send Elaine off to school and Jack to work. I will then head off to Yoga and try and get my mind off last night. I will "will" the crab fisherman into their boats so that they may bring us some fresh crab. Bastards are ruining a Thanksgiving tradition for us.The only thing that is close to this in pain is spare the air days on Christmas. How can you do Christmas without a toasty fire. I am one of the last of a dying breed of environment killers. I hope I do not have to say 'just kidding" i hate those words more than the IRS. Anyhow, I refuse to eat any crab that comes from Oregon. Anyway then I am taking my sister for her first mani pedi at Silk. She wants to do lunch so I may eat my Jenny prior nad order w salad with dressing on the side. that could be the name of my next band "Dressing on the Side" or " Sciatica!"
Yesterdays Yoga went fine, just fine today I am a bit sore- good.
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