It hasn't been exactly a winter wonderland here for the past two days. In fact, it's been a wash. We can't work out in the yard so what's the next best miserable thing we could spend the afternoon doing?
Taxes, of course. It was a two day slug fest with The Mister doing them over and over every which way but sideways. He usually gets a nice chunk of change but that didn't happen. It seems everyone is singing the tax day blues this year. If the federal song and dance wasn't bad enough you should have seen the state. Without being able to itemize on the federal he had to take the measly standard state deduction of only $2,250 which means he had to pay in. Ouch. It wasn't pretty. We opened a very expensive bottle of bourbon and had a drink. At 11 am.