I've got more of a rundown going on in my head tonight.
I mailed the taxes because we couldn't e-file because we moved this year and me not being the brightest person alive, I totally didn't know you had to tell the tax office your new address before filing your taxes. Bloody hell.
Oh, but they are helpful.
You can change your address online! Did we mention you have to register? Well, duh because this is pretty important information. So important that a secret code has to be mailed to your home and should show up in 5 business days.
Uh, hi. Taxes are due in two days. So don't have time to wait for the 'secret code'!
I then magically stumbled onto the fax number for the Tax office and how I could notify them of our address change that way. Phew.
Get all that done - sent Bob to work with typed up pages and signatures for the change of address and prepare to mail out our taxes. Which I haven't done in years because I have been e-filing. What did I forget? Bob's signature. So I had to drive out to the other house at 6pm and get him to sign his forms so that I could finally mail the fuckers off. Luckily I made it to the post office before they closed. I made it by minutes. I thought they were supposed to stay opened until midnight on the last day of April but apparently only a few do that.
I have no clue why I have to even file considering I didn't make any money this year but alas, I have to and it now costs a buck ten to mail this stuff. I'm not getting a cent back or paying them a cent but I have to pay to send in the paperwork.
I have lost pretty much every iota of motivation I have ever had. Just getting the energy up to do the laundry is too much. I'm totally off my game and I'm not sure what is going on. I think it's my lack of Bobby time - screws me up every time and it always gets bad near the end of a reno. Probably because all I hear is how it's going to be done by this weekend. Oh, I meant the first floor would be done. Okay, I really meant a 1/4 of the reno would be done.
What's weird is that since this is the third one Bob has done I already know that his time lines are way out of whack. I guess knowing something logically and experiencing it are two completely different things. Okay, that was a stupid thing to even type. Logically I know being hit by a baseball bat would hurt, actually getting hit by one, yeah.
Oh, can someone tell me how many people are posting over at Sybil's now? I'm thinking there are three including Sybil but I'm losing my place fast.
I also want a 'summer' blog template but I hate to leave this one behind. I'm telling you that front bird is totally me.
Other stuff cluttering the brain?
I have magazines that I have yet to thumb through. And I really really want to look through them and I know this because I now refuse to buy magazines just for the sake of having them. I used to buy O magazine and I loved every page but then I fell behind but I kept buying them. For two years.
Nipped that in the bud and now I only buy something if I really, really, really want to look through it and most of the stuff I buy is on design. Still I have about 12 magazines cluttering up space because I have yet to get to them.
The TV show Drive wasn't on tonight and I'm wondering why. Okay, I may know why and if that's the reason I'm going to be pissed.
OH! I read five books in the month of April! I haven't read 5 books in a month in a few years. I would have to look that up to be sure but I'm so sure I'm not going to bother. So woohoo for me!
Also, of the books I have read this year 7 have been from authors I haven't read before.
Maybe it's not much to other readers but this is triple aces for me.
Okay, I'm off to figure out that laundry thing.