I did my taxes today. It hurt. My standard of living is going to take a decided turn toward the pauperesque for the next few months. This is partly due to the giant tax check I’m going to have to write in a few weeks and partly because I want to buy myself a new bed for my birthday in June. Besides, a few months as a pauper is way better than any months spent in a cube from 9-5, Mon-Fri. Right?
Since it’s Spring Break, I had to do Tibble duty a few days this week. On Wednesday afternoon, Liam marched up to me apropos of nothing and we had this conversation:
Liam: You know that guy whose name is a bad word? A lot of people really like him.
Liam, whispering: Jesus Christ
I’ve been trying in vain for the past 45 minutes to watch “Less than Zero” because Christa made fun of me for never having seen it. I’m not entirely sure why this prodded me to watch it (or try to at least), because I’ve not seen about 28,982 other “pop culturally relevant” movies (e.g. StarWars, Raiders of the Lost Ark, The Godfather, Caddyshack, etc.) and have no desire to rectify that situation.
I tried once again to make homemade macaroni and cheese. I’ve been in search of a decent, tasty recipe for going on two years now. This time it was Red Thai Curry Mac-n-Cheese, it was so bland my tongue fell asleep eating it. I refuse to give up, however. I’ve mastered virtually every dish I’ve put my mind to. Mac-N-Cheese will not beat me. It will not.