Taxes and Smoke

So last night I began learning to do taxes, because I guess since I'm 23 years old my dad thinks I'm old enough to do them myself. : ( TRAGIC! Taxes?! Are you kidding?! I'm not old enough for this. I'm still a little girl!!! DAD!!! (I still call him sometimes for emotional support. I beg mom to visit, too. I'm way too little to be out here on my own, I swear - does everyone feel like this at this age??? I'm sure I'll write more on that later.)
Anyways, come to find out since I worked for about 6 different companies from 4 different states last year and moved about 20 times, taxes are not going to be easy. Rob said it'd be fun, because I can watch my "tax return" $$ grow in the corner of the screen. I did not think it was fun, and had enough of it (before really even starting...oops) and went to Buffalo Wild Wings for trivia night with Rob and some of our friends.
So at BWW's (I refused to call it "BW3's" because there aren't THREE W's anymore so that makes no sense... and what the heck is "weck" anyways? An attempt at making a new word for "Sandwich"??? Obviously didn't work because they stopped using it. Surprise.), apparently they are still allowing people to smoke inside. (Sick!) I was about ready to start walk up to these smokers, blow smelly air in THIER faces and say, "Oh, did you mind? I have a contagious form of cancer and I thought you might like a try at catching it." Still bitter today because my clothes still smell and I had to wash my hair twice this morning, which costs me extra for utilities you know. I also had lovely puffy, red eyes. What I don't get is why smokers don't look like I looked this morning, every minute of every day??? I wonder if they feel like they were beat in the head while they were sleeping, too? Perhaps they were beat in the head in the first place and that's why they started smoking....

K sorry everyone, that's enough for now - back to work... many of my clients aren't responding which is why I'm on a break - I'm sure they all will at the same exact time, maybe tomorrow at 3:30PM when I'm ready for the weekend?

:) xoxo :)

How can anyone say there are too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers. - Mother Teresa