So today when I avoided the gym (because of a stomachache) you would figure I’d just sit around and watch TV. But what I did was FINISH MY MOM’S TAXES. No fun at all. In the middle of it all, I had to go put out the garbage and then go searching for her checkbook. When we had that little break-in last year, I hid all the check books. Hers is the last one I found (and fortunately I found it).

The worst part about putting out the garbage was picking up the trash across the street. Buncha punks parked over there left a bunch of bottles and takeout boxes from Del Taco in Hillsboro. Why do they have to come all the way into town from Hillsboro to dump their trash in front of my house?

Now if only I could get going and finish my own taxes.