Spent this morning debating whether my house was going to burn down or not, eating grilled cheese and Easter See's and considering driving down to the flames to feed them my two foot mail pile. Wondering if you lose all your records if you are still required to do your taxes. I feel like they make it purposefully complicated and I wish I could just install a bar code in my wrist and be done with it. It has also come to my attention that I've been sharing my social security number with a Korean since 1989.
I'm supposed to be snowboarding this weekend but my accountant suggested we do taxes on Saturday. I thought, “Who does that?!,” but a good friend pointed out that they're DUE ON SUNDAY.
Also discovered how to airbrush on iphoto and was considering sending my stalkee photos of the two of us with just myself airbrushed and leaving him with his engorged pores and sun damage. What am I, twelve?!
So basically, just diddling my bean when I got the call from my manager that there is an offer coming my way unless something goes egregiously wrong. He wouldn't even tell me what it is because the last time, I was all packed to go to Rome and at the last second, the project imploded and I was apoplectic. But he's completely giddy so I may have something awesome to report imminently. Keep you posted.