Damn Tax Day if you’re wondering.  My eyes have scanned a zillion crumpled receipts, paypal pages, checking account sheets and cried through every second of it.   My brain – and body – beg to sprawl out on the bed.  The wind came up about two hours ago and the coach is rocking, it’s chilly, my sense of humor left about two days ago when I started recording all of the numbers that I should have done periodically throughout the year.  I’ll be on my way to Vegas in no time, sis is going with me as we like to sit through each other’s misery at the accountant’s office.  And we go in together so we can create a festive air of being broke and having to pay, pay, pay.  We’re sick bitches!

One word of caution, if you are cruising the wine section of your favorite store and happen upon a bottle of Chocovine – don’t buy it.  Don’t try it!  It’s so incredibly yummy that you’ll want to down the whole bottle.  I drank most of one today…best not to have any in the coach from now on.  Perhaps it’s just because I’m a binge-o-maniac on some things, but if you are too, best leave it on the shelf and walk on by.

Laters