When you have a 2 pm early dismissal from work on Good Friday and proceed to go food/diaper shopping at BJ’s then rush home to finish your taxes; you’re old. Either way I got them done and feel pretty damn proud of myself. Although I must say I will never do taxes again while I am pregnant (not that I plan on being pregnant again). Drinking and taxes should go hand in hand or at least should be a prize at the end of the grueling task. I am done and excited to not have to look at them again for another year. So needless to say I was grumpy Friday and felt like I was picking a fight with the hubby but I was just off and annoyed. Taxes will do that to you. Damn taxes. If I am not allowed to drink I should at least get a sticker for my troubles something like this would do:
These stickers are awesome. Scary Mommy has some pretty hysterical Instagram posts. Although the one about getting waxed and not crying that would never be me. I can’t even stop the tears from streaming down my face when I get my eyebrows waxed. Maybe that’s why I haven’t done that in years – maybe even a decade. Ain’t nobody got time for that. Happy Tuesday!