And lo, there was tax paperwork.
And Laurie did go >.<
And the tax paperwork sat there, being all tax-y.
And Laurie did finally say, "To hell with it, I'm making a pot of coffee and whipping this into submission."
And coffee was drunk, and paper shuffled. And it was good. Sort of.
(No wonder people pay accountants incredible sums of money to take those disorganized piles of paper and make them go AWAY... or at least become something that one can easily work with.)
And Laurie did go >.<
And the tax paperwork sat there, being all tax-y.
And Laurie did finally say, "To hell with it, I'm making a pot of coffee and whipping this into submission."
And coffee was drunk, and paper shuffled. And it was good. Sort of.
(No wonder people pay accountants incredible sums of money to take those disorganized piles of paper and make them go AWAY... or at least become something that one can easily work with.)
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