Found on the playroom floor.
If I were starting a blog today, I would totally consider the title Monkey in a Dress.
ME: Okay, so, when did you want to look over this tax stuff?
DANE: The day I wake up all rested and not exhausted. That day.
Which is when I’d like to, too. (That’s also the day I’d like to do the dishes and the laundry and plant the garden and unpack the rest of the boxes we have hiding around our no-longer-new house.)
Dear IRS, we’ll just file our taxes, like, fifteen years from now. That won’t be a problem, will it?
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
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