Spring Trees

Thanks, but enough already!

Today is April 16, folks! I love the look of snow, but this is ridiculous!

That's Sarah's car stuck in the road in front of the Freeman's house.

The ruler says 10" (measured on the front deck).

Anyone want to sit on the porch and chat?

I Hate Tax Day

This happens every year. April 15 looms nearer and nearer. Reid asks how the taxes are coming. I say, "Don't talk to me about it." I hate doing my taxes. It's not that the task is so overwhelmingly difficult. I just hate doing it. So I put it off as long as possible. Last night (April 13) I decided the time had come. Armed with folders, papers, computer access (and a mint brownie), I just did it. And the outcome wasn't so bad--didn't make as much money last year, so I didn't have to pay so much. Since I work from home, I always have to pay self-employment taxes, so paying at the end of the year is no surprise. So why in the world do I put this task off so late every single year? If I think of it as having a splinter in my finger, why wouldn't I just pull it out right away and get the pain over with?