And You Think We Have It Bad. . .

It appears that Canada might get taxed a bit more than we do. Not by too much though:(

But using this form would make my job a LOT easier for the next few weeks, during tax crunch!

Here's to hoping that you have yours done and that you are getting a LOAD of money refunded:)

(Well one can hope can't they?)

IS THAT YOU???

You mentioned that we might not recognize you when you finally get home, but seriously Dad & Mom!. . . . You look just like you did when you left!! . . . . . . . . . . . Big ears, hairy knuckles and all!! hee hee!

A little monkeying around and a kiss on the hand for Dad!!

OH THIS JUST REMINDED ME!

I saw this picture and I broke out in laughter. Of course, I only laugh at someone elses expense! If this had happened to me I WOULD NOT be laughing NOR would I share it with you! But being that it's about my hubby, here it is!! I got a call a few weeks ago from my husband, who was at work. He sounded a bit disturbed as he asked me if I had activated his credit card. I told him I had and then inquired as to why he needed it. He quietly told me that he had been working moving boxes with other management and when he bent over he heard a big riiiiiiiiiiiiiippp! He didn't feel anything and thought that the sound was coming from somebody else. He was about to join in the laughter when he realized that the laughter was directed at him. Everyone around him could see that he had ripped the entire rear of his pants out.

Well now, if you were me, what would you have done??. . . . .I did what any sweet wife would do and I laughed my guts out! Trying to talk (and not wet my pants) I reassured him I was not laughing at him but with him. (NOT!) He informed me that I was not alone in my outburst and he was dealing with it from every angle! My laughter soon turned to fear and I began questioning him as to whether he had on clean underwear or not? At this point, he was flat out disgusted I would even ask such a thing! Now if this were me under these circumstances, I would have quickly ran to the bathroom, called my other half and had them bring me some new pants regardless of the distance that separated the two of us. Apparently He was trying to be more thoughtful or maybe he had no pride left, because he told me that he was going to head over to Ross Dress For Less, which was just a few stores down. I asked how he was going to accomplish this with a big rip in his pants? He informed me that he had taken care of that and had not only untucked his shirt but had taken duck tape and nicely placed over the large tear. What in the heck? Like that isn't embarrassing? I let him continue to carry out his plan because frankly, it didn't bother me at all! Unfortunately for him, his embarrassing story has been retold (by me of course) over and over for everyone to enjoy and I thought "why leave you guys out?" . OK. . . .NOW Carry On!