Ummmm, welllll, Prez,
The spewing of obscenities does occur occasionally......especially when working on taxes...not that I mind paying my fair share, I just can't handle the illogical laws associated with it. Anyway, I was doing pretty good until a friend called to ask what I was up to today. I suspect I won't be hearing from her for a few days at least......
But I am definitely my father's child: I remember when he would sit at the kitchen table working on The Taxes.....My mother would say, "Now, dear, try to stay out of the kitchen because your father is working on The Taxes today." So, of course, I "needed" to go into the kitchen every five minutes. And occasionally I'd meekishly say something like, "Is it going okay, Dad?" Struggling to maintain his composure, he'd respond, "Yes, dear, it's going fine." Then I would say something like, "Don't they give you directions on how to do it? They should." Still struggling to maintain his composure, he would say, "Yes, dear, but it's not that easy."
When I got older, and knew more about the ways of the world, and he was sitting at the kitchen table doing The Taxes, I would not talk to him.....but I would hear him clearly, every now and then, muttering (not spewing), "Sh*t"..."Son of a b*tch"..."G*****n it."
Yes, I did inherit my distaste for The Taxes from my dad........who was a very nice and easy going man, but who hated preparing the tax returns.
Anyone catch Greg Norman at the 12th hole (at least I think it was the 12th hole....it was the one with the bridge) of the Masters.....looked like he blew it, but recovered great.
Greta--the watching the Masters while slowly preparing tax returns |
