QOTD: "I know I'm a grown-up because I'm about to leave a bed with a gorgeous, sexy, squirmy woman in it to go do my taxes."
Fortunately my freelance spreadsheet makes doing my taxes--or rather, assembling the information my tax preparer needs to do my taxes--fairly painless. Leave that bed, however, was very, very difficult. About the only thing that got me through it was the repeated mantra "We live together". After all, tomorrow the taxes will be done, and Xtina will still be gorgeous and sexy and just down the hall.
Between this and a really lovely date with Josh today, I am feeling very lucky indeed.
Now to sleep as efficiently as possible so I can be coherent (and not too goofy-grinned) for a business lunch tomorrow.
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