Happy New Year!
Yesterday I went to file a chunk of receipts I dug out of Jethro's wallet and realized that it's not December anymore. It's not 2011 anymore. Darnit, I just stopped writing 2010 about six months ago. Grumble grumble paperwork year end grumble mumble. Geez when did I become a curmudgeon????
Oh, I know. About a week ago, when I turned forty-ONE.
So I'll be over here in the corner, stacking paper, shredding stuff from the seven-years-ago folders, rearranging the filing cabinet. Well, cabinets. There are two. Why, why, why, did we decide both of us need to be self employed?
Oh, I know. Because we are both almost incapable of following orders from other people and therefore poor candidates for traditional employment.
Wow, I just answered two of my own questions in a row. Hey, maybe I'll start getting smart this year! Yay!
Coming up: The Hick Chic Best and Worst of 2011. Also known as the Annual Hick Chic Awards.
Worth waiting for.
(Where's my friggen letter opener?)