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It’s 3am. I’m finally done entering receipts for our taxes. It took me 7 hours. It was a beautiful little project that G sprang on me at 3pm this afternoon. He changed the format and I had to enter the entire year of receipts for 2004. Gah! I’m tired! But, at least it’s all done and we can keep the appointment with the accountant he made for this afternoon.
In other news, Flex and I have decided if we were to form a punk rock band, we’d name it Snot Rocket. We came to this conclusion after a series of particularly yieldsome allergy sneezes at 2 in the morning. As I was finishing my books, we began to devise our Snot Rocket song. You simply have to know that this could work. Anyone want to be a part of our band? Mind you, I can’t sing, nor play any instruments. We are working on shock factor alone.
Three in the morning. Silliness abounds.
*flop*
In other news, Flex and I have decided if we were to form a punk rock band, we’d name it Snot Rocket. We came to this conclusion after a series of particularly yieldsome allergy sneezes at 2 in the morning. As I was finishing my books, we began to devise our Snot Rocket song. You simply have to know that this could work. Anyone want to be a part of our band? Mind you, I can’t sing, nor play any instruments. We are working on shock factor alone.
Three in the morning. Silliness abounds.
*flop*
