What. A. Week. Holy shit.
Sunday we did our taxes with a real accountant. We were nervous about it, as H&R Block is about as professional as we ever did our taxes in years past. 847 more words
So the kid gets sick. I mean, actual sick, actually for real ‘hey I’m camping in PA with a friend for the holiday weekend, so let’s not let a full day of rain stop us from driving around in a golf cart all day cos we’re genius teenage boys’ sick. 1,533 more words
It all started a few weeks ago, during the Twain Harte fair, when Lovebug, Fifth Viscount Naughtypants, the Earl of Angelfluff, Mr. Tinklebritches Esq. III figured out how to get around the patented Grip Security Measures we’d installed on the back screen door. 973 more words