It Bears Mentioning
I am very, very pleased to be in the last two days of tax season. As many of you know, my long-suffering wife Lady Jade is an accountant by trade, so the last three months of so have seen a curtailing of our usual amount of togetherness. Along with the recent change to my schedule (I wake up at four-fucking-forty-five in the morning for work), it has ensured we see even less of each as she frequently does not get paroled until about eight o'clock.
Thursday night, that all ends. We have Friday all day together; she gets the day off after tax season as a matter of course, and I very shrewdly had one of my floating holidays dovetail neatly with hers. And what are we going to do?
Sleep in and watch movies in bed.
That's a damn good day, and there's only about forty-eight hours to go before it becomes a reality. What did you do on your last day off from work? Inquiring minds want to know.
Thursday night, that all ends. We have Friday all day together; she gets the day off after tax season as a matter of course, and I very shrewdly had one of my floating holidays dovetail neatly with hers. And what are we going to do?
Sleep in and watch movies in bed.
That's a damn good day, and there's only about forty-eight hours to go before it becomes a reality. What did you do on your last day off from work? Inquiring minds want to know.