By The Wiz
And if you don’t have a Beatles song stuck in your head right now, well, then, you’re un-American. Or, non-British, I guess. Or, not a Beatles fan.
I got some mail that completed my tax return preparation. I eagerly anticipated doing my taxes, seeing as how I got a big ol’ refund last year, and I was hoping to put this money into improving the SLC house a bit before we sold. Well, this year, I owe money. Bummer. I was hoping for a different outcome, but the fact that we’ve been renting out our house in SLC skewed things a bit. (It’ll soon be for sale! Want to buy it? You know you want to.) Plus, two different states want our income tax. But the waiting and wondering what the tax liability will be is over. That’s something. And well, at least I can be happy that I didn’t hand the government an interest free loan all year. Woo-freakin-hoo.
It occurs to me that might be too much information for you about my financial situation.
Also, I got a Jury Summons. Jury Duty! Me! I’ve never been called to Jury Duty in my life. It’s not until next month, and a large part of me hopes I don’t even have to go in, but you know, a small part of me is saying “Think of the blog. The possibilities are endless.”
But the paper said how they don’t provide free parking, and you don’t know how long you’ll be there, so don’t park at a meter, and it freaked me out on the parking situation, because parking, I don’t do it so well, and so I’d rather stay home at stare at my Scooba wash my floors, thank you very much.
Yes, my Scooba came yesterday, making it a good mail day, and at first I couldn’t get it to work, but then DH came home, and did exactly the same thing I did, and it worked. Technology likes him. It really isn’t fair. It’s a little loud, and it’s a little slow, but it does a good job, and so far it has shown no tendencies to murder us in our sleep or take over the world. I’ll keep you posted. And hey, now I don’t have to wash the miles of tile in this house, and now I want six Scoobas, and watch them battle it out. In my brain, that would be funny. I know, I’m disturbed.
But now I need to name my little robot that cleans for me. I’m thinking Velma or Daphne, because whenever I google scooba, google thinks I meant scooby. Fred would do as well, but somehow ’Shaggy’ doesn’t work for a robot.
My daughter was picturing a little round thing with feet and arms that held a mini Swiffer type mop and cleaned the floors. She was disappointed with a round disc that doesn’t even have limbs. What can I say? Get used to disappointment.