Kidney for sale.
I'd offer to sell my fingers, but I need them to knit.
Wednesday, Hump-day. Call it what you will. This week I'm calling it Money-Hemmoraging Wednesday (quite possibly that isn't spelled right, but who cares). Between the hernia surgery Conan had this morning and having my taxes done in the afternoon, well, there isn't going to be any money in Dogtopia for a while.
Interesting how it works...The government (by which I mean commander Beady-eyes) applauds small business and self-employed people as creating new jobs, making the economy strong, yadda-yadda-yadda, bullcrap-bullcrap-bullcrap. Find a transcript of the State of the Onion address if you don't believe me. But if you are one of these small businesses, or self-employed individuals, of which I fall into the latter category, then they tax you until your ass hurts. Because when you are self-employed, you pay both employer and employee tax AND self-employment tax. Say what? As a result, I have to pay what equates to almost 2 months of pay for me by April 15, for my 2006 1040, and my 1st quarter estimated taxes. So, I'll be slowly selling body parts in order to make ends meet. Right now I'm considering listing one of my ovaries for sale on E-bay. Like I said, I can't sell my fingers, I need them to knit.
To get back to Conan's surgery today. He had hernia surgery early this morning, and was back home in the early afternoon. As a matter of fact he got to stay with his brother at Camp Auntie-Peggy while I went for the vein-opening session with my accountant. An hour and a half of Auntie Peggy lap and treats, a few hours of napping on his comfy pillow with his Sydney-brother right next to him, and he was pretty much set. Right now he's sleeping on my lap, everything is back to normal. Though he's still a bit zonked from the anesthesia. Sydney's better too. He didn't like it when I came out of the vet without his brother. I think he was worried that Conan wouldn't come home, especially since Toby's gone. So he's been hanging pretty close to his baby-bro since he got back. Its so sweet. Hopefully he'll be just as protective when I have to send them out on the street to pan-handle.
Just kidding.
Really, I'd put them to work here first. They can lick stamps. Or something.
Screw it. I'll just let them look cute.
Wednesday, Hump-day. Call it what you will. This week I'm calling it Money-Hemmoraging Wednesday (quite possibly that isn't spelled right, but who cares). Between the hernia surgery Conan had this morning and having my taxes done in the afternoon, well, there isn't going to be any money in Dogtopia for a while.
Interesting how it works...The government (by which I mean commander Beady-eyes) applauds small business and self-employed people as creating new jobs, making the economy strong, yadda-yadda-yadda, bullcrap-bullcrap-bullcrap. Find a transcript of the State of the Onion address if you don't believe me. But if you are one of these small businesses, or self-employed individuals, of which I fall into the latter category, then they tax you until your ass hurts. Because when you are self-employed, you pay both employer and employee tax AND self-employment tax. Say what? As a result, I have to pay what equates to almost 2 months of pay for me by April 15, for my 2006 1040, and my 1st quarter estimated taxes. So, I'll be slowly selling body parts in order to make ends meet. Right now I'm considering listing one of my ovaries for sale on E-bay. Like I said, I can't sell my fingers, I need them to knit.
To get back to Conan's surgery today. He had hernia surgery early this morning, and was back home in the early afternoon. As a matter of fact he got to stay with his brother at Camp Auntie-Peggy while I went for the vein-opening session with my accountant. An hour and a half of Auntie Peggy lap and treats, a few hours of napping on his comfy pillow with his Sydney-brother right next to him, and he was pretty much set. Right now he's sleeping on my lap, everything is back to normal. Though he's still a bit zonked from the anesthesia. Sydney's better too. He didn't like it when I came out of the vet without his brother. I think he was worried that Conan wouldn't come home, especially since Toby's gone. So he's been hanging pretty close to his baby-bro since he got back. Its so sweet. Hopefully he'll be just as protective when I have to send them out on the street to pan-handle.
Just kidding.
Really, I'd put them to work here first. They can lick stamps. Or something.
Screw it. I'll just let them look cute.
Ha ha! How cute that he was concerned about his little bro.
As a small business owner myself, I can sympathize with your plight. Unfair!
I love your blog... you have a great sense of humor!
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