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People have been asking about Tuesday’s post. It doesn’t have a very good story, unfortunately. First of all, taupe is not a good base color for sparkly purple crackle nail polish. I think that is fairly obvious.
Second, life has been a little stressful. I think in general, I’m fairly balanced in the right brain/left brain area with a slight right brain lead. I can be very organized and fact driven but I would rather be sitting in a field of daisies writing really bad poetry. Really, really bad poetry.
Instead, I’m learning how to reconcile bank statements. Nothing in that phrase “reconcile bank statements” even comes close to a field of daisies. If “reconcile bank statements” were New York City, a field of daisies would be the moon.
I know there are people out there who love reconciliation because it is neat and orderly and wonderful. I am in awe of you. I would like you to be placed in a museum so I could visit and watch.
So I’m hanging out with numbers. And numbers aren’t funny. If you try to be funny with numbers you get arrested. Or, shudder, audited.
And the IRS isn’t funny. Even those letters in bright pink don’t help. IRS. It’s just not much to work with.
And we don’t want the IRS to be funny. At least, I don’t. I want them far away from my daisy field. No offense.
So that’s how my day went: Unfunny.
(I think bright pink DOES help that word.)