and trying to get myself back in the groove. Work with me, PEOPLE!
Today, while getting supper on the table, I actually had to ask my Sweetie if he knew whether or not I ate lunch today. (He did know, and he could tell me what I ate.)
How bad is that?
I'm losing my mind. Truly. This thing with the IRS may be my last coherent thing.
2 comments:
You should trademark the IRS diet. I really wish I knew someone to throw your way.
You know there are lots of people who COVET jobs at the IRS? I think something is wrong with those people . . . like the people who want to be meter maids.
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