Today, I stood in a ten-minute line at the Post Office so I could mail my tax return to North Carolina. I sent them the Very. Last. Two. Dollars. that I will ever contribute to the coffers of that state. If you live in North Carolina and you love it, my feelings about the state are no reflection on you. But I am personally DONE.
While I was out, I deposited a check and picked up some groceries. Just one bag of salad stuff, because Stephen figured he's been eating out with Geoff enough lately and not-walking-to-work enough lately that his system could use a healthy reboot. I'm all for it.
Got back and Stephen came down to the driveway to carry the bag of salad stuff upstairs and see my new car for the first time (in person). I haven't even had a chance to take anyone for a joyride yet, and I've already had it in my possession for two days now! Don't nobody love my bright yellow Timey Wimey but me?
C'mon, y'all. I don't wanna give her a complex. Y'all should be lining up and calling or whatever so I can cruise ya around in her! Maybe you need us to pick up a 4' tall potted tree from Lowe's? I can do that!
Stephen's at work, and Geoff's off somewhere writing or editing or something (doing the work that he does), and I'm booked for some audience work again tomorrow unless a background (or other!) gig throws itself in my lap. So tonight, I'll eat leftover lasagna, and maybe I'll find some trash tv or movie in the DVR queue to occupy myself.
Or maybe I'll just play Minesweeper. Don't worry, though. I haven't worn the contacts for a few days, and I think we deleted "Going Clear". Did you have a Happy Tax Day?