First off, just want to state for the record that I hate both the IRS and the California Franchise Tax Board. Yep. I know hate is a strong word(I reserve it solely for the IRS and the Franchise Tax Board). Both do say that both agencies are quite adroit in evoking hatred in me. It's not even about the money, it is the utter HASSLE of it all. The California Franchise Tax Board has like 14 different numbers to call after each step in a completely fucked process to prove that you did indeed file your tax return and as such shouldn't have 25% of your weekly wages garnished to pay off the $25K that you do NOT owe to the State of California.
You know that saying about how God/the Universe/Whatever throws a pebble at you, then a rock and finally a boulder? I'm starting to wonder if this isn't a sign(one of many) saying "get the hell out of California", sell the house, now! before the big earthquake hits. I'm a little superstitous like that. I just don't know if it is a sign or if I want there to be signs. I wonder, too, what it would be like not to believe in signs?
Margaret and family are due in shortly and we'll head out for food hopefully as I can't even remember the last time I ate. Oh, wait. There was a bagel. The days just seem to run together. I did shower today. That is a sign, in and of itself. I plan to be all better by 2008.
We have puppies. Puppies are great. They are so soft and warm and snuggly. Their eyes haven't even opened yet but it seems like they've practically doubled in size. I think I am going to keep them all, all six of them. I'm going to name each one of them after a day of the week and then maybe we'll change Jenny's name to... Sunday or something. In Spanish, of course, since they do not speak English yet.