I feel like I have been on the run all day long. And yet. If I stop and think about it, It's actually been a really good day.
Lets start with the kids. They got up..whenever, I don't know. I was still sleeping.
They ate breakfast without dumping the entire box of cheerios on the floor. I got up round eleven and The husband made me coffee. They played - without fighting - until cookie time, which in some homes is known as lunch time, and then I sent them to the Mother-In-Laws' so We could get our taxes done in the city.
What did I do while they played? I surfed blogs and managed to not comment on a single one. I have been very bad at commenting lately. Bad bloglines! Bad! Tomorrow I plan on commenting on every single blog in my bloglines. That's uhm. 93. and there are about ten in my bookmarks. Might just comment on them too. Never know.
Moving on to tax time. We got to to the city early. If you take into account the fact that Edmond the Tax Dude was running late, we were almost an hour early. So we walked around the mall and I had a cappachino.
It was interesting to walk in the coffeebistro thingy. All I wanted was a coffee. A plain, hot, black coffee. I had to laugh, when I asked her for it, and she told me they don't serve "regular coffee". She said it in such a ... "OMG you drink regular coffeh??!! you poor poor stupid girl. Move into the 21st century, puh-leeese!" kind of way.
So I ordered the cappachino. 'Cus I knew how to pronounce it. Later the husband told me That there were flavored syrups, but I didn't feel confidant enough in my coffee bistro knowledge to tackle that subject! Maybe next April.
The cappachino itself was .. OK. Nothing special, not something I would order again. It also took a hell of a long time to make. She was doing something with a machine that spat steam every where, and it was rather amusing watching her jump out of it's way every thirty seconds.
Edmond the Tax Dude had told us to walk around for forty minutes, so after forty five minutes pouting over TVs big enough to store children in, and disapproving looks from the camera clerk as I drooled on her display cases, we headed back to the tax place. But Edmond was still busy, so The husband and I had a spirited discussion on coinsecks.*
Finally Edmond the Tax Dude ushered us into his office and proceeded to take his comb over through our papers one by one. It was rather entertaining telling him the spellings for names, reciting birth dates and what not, only to have the husband stop him and say - "wait, there's not supposed to be a backslash here, right after the H in my name". Or "You have one to many sevens in the word house". - I thought that for a six hundred and eighty year old man who had forgotten his hearing aid, he did well, But The Husband was convinced that today was Edmonds' First day with a keyboard.
Taxes took close to Three.Bloody.Hours to complete. And I had to pee five minutes after we started.
We walked out of Edmond the Tax Dudes office, giggling, with a check in our hands and bladders ready to burst.
Drinking a very very large cappachino on the way to get your taxes done is a very very bad idea. However I would like to point out I did win our race to the restrooms!
*coinsex discussion has been typed out and will be saved for a rainy day.
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