I mailed off the last tax extension on Saturday so the season is past, thank the Lord. There were only 2 extensions this year but I'll only worry with one of them some time between now and Aug. 15th cause I fired the other tax and bookkeeping client. I was mighty fed up with keeping her right with the government and then only being paid for my efforts when she got around to it. She always had some sort of dilemma going on, so I thought "dilemma this why doncha" and sent her a final invoice and my regrets.
Some folks still have this "Lady of the Manor" mentality when they ain't no lady and they have no manor, (or manners either for that matter), and she is one of those.
The other client, who's extension I filed, moved up to the wilds of SW Arkansas to live amongst the hillbillies but appreciated my work so much that they're willing to drive 4 hours to bring their stuff to me. Payment is never a problem with them, in fact, they're always trying to pay me more than I charge and you can never have enough clients like that.
Zach has his first baseball game of the season this evening. He'll be home from school soon and we'll wrestle with homework before time to leave for the ball park.
I'll be wagging my camera along with my old, trusty, camp chair, and tote bag full of other ball park necessities, so I hope I'll be able to take some great photos this season. He's gonna be all cute and stuff in his gray pants, gray undershirt, Arkansas razorback red over shirt, black belt and socks, and his gray hat. But cute aside, this Nanaw is also thankful that his uniform pants weren't white this year. It'll sure save some on spray-and-wash and my sanity. I am also thankful that his feet didn't grow enough to out-grow his cleats although his little legs grew 3 or 4 inches this year, I swear!
The kiddies had a great time at our Easter celebration and the girls looked so sweet in their little dresses. They scrambled all over the yard like a bunch of little ants hunting for those 100, mostly purple, cause Jerri mentioned liking that color, eggs. I think we boiled around 170 eggs on Saturday night but after removing the cracked ones to save for deviled eggs and the ones that got cracked later,,or eaten by PopPop and Daddy, they only hid about 100. I'm sure PopPop hopes they found all of them too cause those things can smell pretty ripe when you mow over one.
The Chick is learning her daddy's old ways. When he was a tot he told some enormous tall tales which his daddy encouraged because he thought they were funny and showed intelligence due to their imaginative structure. Anyway, the chick started out with, "when I was your age, my momma left me in a box at the park and I had to walk all the way home but a deer ate me on the way."