My Way Fun Life

Well, here I am again. It's Friday night. I need to clean my house, but I don't wanna. Not. At. All. I'm tired. It's been a long week. Not that I'm complaining. I like long weeks. Usually life flies by at warp speed, so I'm OK with a long week. Sean is working tonight, though, so if I don't clean the house I probably won't be able to relax because I'll just feel guilty the whole time that he's working and I'm sitting around.

At the end of the day, at the end of the week, I just need to be by myself. I cannot listen to another person say my name and ask me for stuff. Unfortunately that ain't happening any time soon.

We have Lonestar tickets for tonight, but Sean had to work, so that pretty much sucks. I couldn't really even give them away because they are at will call, and I always show my ID to pick them up, so I don't know how to transfer them into another name or if you can. Blah. Oh well.

I got my hair done finally. Eh. Whatever. Nothing exciting, nothing bad. It's hair.

We are in the process of refining our Super Bowl menu for Sunday. The only thing I know for sure is that we will be making dad's queso. I don't really care much who wins this one, so I will be cheering for whichever team will win us money in the office pool each quarter.

I did the taxes the other day. I thought to myself, "Hmmm... do I have all the tax records? All the W-2s, 1099-INTs, 1099-Gs, the XYZs and PDQs? Why, yes, I believe I do. And besides, today is January 30th," says I. "That junk is required to be sent out by January 31. What could possibly come in the mail now?" So I clicked submit. And the very next day, January 31, I got a document in the mail that I forgot existed, and I had to go through a lenghty process for filing an ammended return, all to add $63 in income to Courtney's return, so that she could pay an extra $10 in taxes. Part of the lengthy process was computer issues, but still. Still.

I've been having strange dreams lately ever since Sean and I started watching Ghost Adventures on Netflix every night before we go to bed. It's our little tradition. We're running out of episodes, though, so I have no idea what we're going to watch when we do. Boo.

My two youngest children are quite cute and funny. However. They do not know how to play together for more than 4 minutes without fighting, and they do not know how to go to bed at night. It's so obnoxious.

I'm so annoyed with politics. I don't even want to write about it. Next year I will be adding a Planned Parenthood donation to my payroll deductions. That's all I'm gonna say about it tonight.

Lah. Dee. Dah. Guess it's time to go mop the floor.