Two major ones, actually. First, the figurative one.
I just finished our taxes. You do NOT want to know what I’m thinking. You do NOT want to hear what I’m saying,
My attitude about income taxes gets worse every year. That may be because the percentage of our income that goes to pay the damned things gets a little higher every year. Slowly but surely, we are being taxed into bankruptcy. The Social Security crisis won’t matter to us because we’ll be so far behind on our income taxes by then that we won’t be able to retire.
A little hyperbole, but it goes to the witness’s state of mind. I do often consider, this time of year, a grand, glorious, even laudable, but ultimately doomed and futile gesture of some sort. Too bad they made it illegal to send them a shirt,
Now to get literal. Hide your eyes if you’re squeamish.
I am going in to have a colonoscopy on Friday morning. Nothing serious, just checking. It’s just one of the ways that aging is not for the faint of heart. Nonetheless, I get to spend all day Thursday on the infamous clear liquid diet (I really HATE green and yellow Jell-O!!!), which will play all kinds of Hell with my blood sugar. Then I get to spend all day Friday in Loopy-Land as a reward. Prostate checks are one thing, but this is totally uncalled for.
On a much more positive note, we plan on going into Macon on Saturday to the Cherry Blossom Festival. They have tigers, No, really! Real tigers! Siberians and Bengals. We went to see them a couple of years ago, but the weather was too hot, and they were too grumpy to do their tricks. The wife swears she is going to pet one this year. I’m planning a diversion. I’ll let you know how that turns out. 😉