Yesterday was my birthday, my 53rd birthday to be exact. I woke up with a new ache in my right hip. I guess that could possibly have something to do with the fact that I came home the other day from Cousin Connie's house with eight buckets of perennials and they needed to go in the ground. But I need to tell you how I spent my "special" day. Most people would say Hey its my birthday, I'll take it easy and do what I want to do. Mine didn't quite turn out that way.
My accountant called at 8:30 am and said he would be in town and wanted to stop by at 11 to do my taxes. This is the form he used this year. I told him to check the #3 box.
This is how I view tax forms. I never know which way to turn. But the morning turned out ok. We don't have to mortgage the house and farm to pay the taxes. Not this year anyway.
But then came the part of the day I was dreading most. I had an appointment at the dentist to make impressions of my teeth. Apparently I have developed something called TMJ and its not a good thing. I've heard horror stories about having these impressions made and they are for real. I won't go into details but it involves a lot of gagging and a little anxiety. Those of you who have had these done know what I'm talking about. Again, all went well and I survived.Then came this:
And all is well. I have been blessed with a great husband, wonderful daughters, fantastic son-in-laws and the best grandkids you could ever ask for.
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I see you had an "extra" grandchild in the background.