Belated Happy Easter
We had a chocolate-filled day, ix-nay on the urch-chay thing as usual. The Bunny brought some Smarties eggs for the two younger weasel offspring and a large Cadbury one for oldest, so much rejoicing all around.
I spent a ridiculously long time Saturday working on estimated taxes for 2007. My brain froze utterly about the time I got to this point in the instructions:
I kept losing track of whether they meant the US Schedule B (or D) or the Massachusetts Schedule B (or D). This was after taking several hours to work through everything already, including a half hour at least searching for just this one bit of information:
Okay, GOOD, but, sheesh, it took forever to find that. Until then I was going, oh crap, where do I enter that income? which part of the form does it go on? Schedule Y? X? or is it B? or Z? And yes, Massachusetts has all those letters, and the instructions for the tax form schedules are not arranged in alphabetical order by form name. So instructions for Schedules A and B are after X, Y, Z, and CB. All together now - AAARGH! The children made me promise not to do any tax work on Easter. So I didn't. Back on our heads, now, and to work through the final version, as I'm pretty sure I used one figure from the wrong year and now have to re-calculate the whole second half of the form.
This is more fun than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. But not by much.
My Christmas cactus is well and truly an Easter cactus these days, I think. It probably needs a new pot. I think this because the plant hasn't gotten any bigger, and it's been three years. Bloom:
One of those things that only people who read knitting blogs will fully appreciate: I had a chat with my sister yesterday - she called to say Happy Easter - and we were talking about her new boyfriend and how things are going (move in together? not?) and what she's been up to for the last couple of weeks. She says, we went and visited his sister; she lives in upstate New York. I say, really? where? And she says, well you probably haven't heard of it, it's a little town called Rhinebeck. Pause. I am silent. Oh, yes, dear, I know where Rhinebeck is. Oh, yes. Then I had to spend the next several minutes explaining How Important This Is - egad! a potential near-relative with a house actually IN RHINEBECK! holy crap! Words failed me, people. Eventually she got the general drift. Gack. Agggg. Pluftft. Yeah, I'm really articulate sometimes.
Cheerio, and belated chocolate wishes.