Background Noise: kqed stream
Last website visited: the morning news rounds :)
Mood: grateful, relieved, to have my cat back... and a bit nervous about midnight
Right now i want... my taxes done for me? anyone? anyone?
Puff is in California! yeay! So... a quick recap of last night:
I was so excited to go get puff from the airport. well, not the actual going to the airport, but not the point. Northwest said i should pick him up about an hour after the plane landed, so i left work as the plane touched down, drove out of my way to the in-and-out in sunnyvale - to waste a bit of time - and headed down the beautiful italian highway (280).
[side note: barb and i labeled 280 the itailian highway while i was here as an intern before we went to italy, b/c we thought the hillside looked like what we thought the italian countryside should look. we were sort of right :) ]
i found the cargo facility after 3 tries (very bizarre, dark, you think you're in the wrong place, place) they took my id, made me sign a piece of paper where i swore in blood that puff wasn't, in fact, a deadly explosive, and they said, "ok, through that black door over there, yep, his box should be sitting on the other side" (eep.) his box was in fact there, he was sitting in the back, very quiet, with the "is this over yet" look on his face. i got him to my car, was briefly interrupted by a wierd lady carting dogs for a client (?), called my daddy and al to let them know that puff made it safely. al said they sang him "leaving on a jet plane" before he left :) isn't that sweet? they didn't want him to leave, and i don't blame them.
the drive home was blessedly uneventful. made it back to my apartment, opened the cage door... he gave me that "am i really allowed to get out now?" look :) and then went off exploring. i think he's forgiven me for the whole in-the-box thing.
The other news of the day: i really need to do my taxes. Though! thanks to Dan! i found out that i can get my taxes done online for free! i'm not (quite) sure how this one will work, but it's this thing through turbo tax, so it's worth looking at.
i know, i know, how the hell could i wait this long. well, i've never done my taxes myself before. my mom's accountant always did it along with theirs... occasionally i got a check, and occasionally i had to write one, or rather, my mom wrote one and told me how much. that's probably why i'm not worried, and i don't think this is actually a big deal. i just don't care, i have no opinion either way.
i'm more worried about going to dance class tonight than i am of filing my taxes. there's something wrong with that, but... :) hey. whatever (dan's word of the week).
there's more ;) isn't there always? but... for later. i broke what i'm working on, i must fix it.
Last website visited: the morning news rounds :)
Mood: grateful, relieved, to have my cat back... and a bit nervous about midnight
Right now i want... my taxes done for me? anyone? anyone?
Puff is in California! yeay! So... a quick recap of last night:
I was so excited to go get puff from the airport. well, not the actual going to the airport, but not the point. Northwest said i should pick him up about an hour after the plane landed, so i left work as the plane touched down, drove out of my way to the in-and-out in sunnyvale - to waste a bit of time - and headed down the beautiful italian highway (280).
[side note: barb and i labeled 280 the itailian highway while i was here as an intern before we went to italy, b/c we thought the hillside looked like what we thought the italian countryside should look. we were sort of right :) ]
i found the cargo facility after 3 tries (very bizarre, dark, you think you're in the wrong place, place) they took my id, made me sign a piece of paper where i swore in blood that puff wasn't, in fact, a deadly explosive, and they said, "ok, through that black door over there, yep, his box should be sitting on the other side" (eep.) his box was in fact there, he was sitting in the back, very quiet, with the "is this over yet" look on his face. i got him to my car, was briefly interrupted by a wierd lady carting dogs for a client (?), called my daddy and al to let them know that puff made it safely. al said they sang him "leaving on a jet plane" before he left :) isn't that sweet? they didn't want him to leave, and i don't blame them.
the drive home was blessedly uneventful. made it back to my apartment, opened the cage door... he gave me that "am i really allowed to get out now?" look :) and then went off exploring. i think he's forgiven me for the whole in-the-box thing.
The other news of the day: i really need to do my taxes. Though! thanks to Dan! i found out that i can get my taxes done online for free! i'm not (quite) sure how this one will work, but it's this thing through turbo tax, so it's worth looking at.
i know, i know, how the hell could i wait this long. well, i've never done my taxes myself before. my mom's accountant always did it along with theirs... occasionally i got a check, and occasionally i had to write one, or rather, my mom wrote one and told me how much. that's probably why i'm not worried, and i don't think this is actually a big deal. i just don't care, i have no opinion either way.
i'm more worried about going to dance class tonight than i am of filing my taxes. there's something wrong with that, but... :) hey. whatever (dan's word of the week).
there's more ;) isn't there always? but... for later. i broke what i'm working on, i must fix it.
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