Dear man driving big dirty diesel dually with decorative plastic testicles hanging off the hitch,
What does your “Rugby is not a social disease” bumper sticker mean?
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Dear Internets,
Who coined #justsayin and why is it so funny? I mean, I laugh, but I don’t understand why.
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Dear British people,
I just don’t get it. Ever.
Ah, tax time is here again, but don’t worry! If you haven’t filed your taxes yet, I have your handy dandy guide to getting it done with minimal fuss.
Step 1. Research all of the tax preparation software out there. You think there are only 2 or 3, but ohhhh no, there are tons, and they’re all a little different, and they all have 3 or 4 “levels.” And the levels don’t necessarily match. The H&R Block Super Duper Shiny Level doesn’t necessarily match the TurboTax OMG Awesomest Ever Level. So you can’t really compare apples to apples. But that’s just part of the fun of doing taxes.
Step 2. Once you’ve picked your tax prep software, go through the questions and start entering stuff.
Step 3. Realize you’re missing a W2 or a 1099. Stop preparing your taxes for a week or so while you or your significant other track down the missing form. Buy your HR representative some chocolate, because she probably hates you now for having to hunt down another copy for you.
When people tell me they have kids, one of the first things I always ask is, “What are their names?” You can tell SO much about people by what they name their children. Are they traditional? Modern? Trendy? Midwestern? Southern? Religious? All of that comes out in how people name their children.
I don’t really know why that fascinates me so much. Part of the reason, maybe, is that I am so happy with my name. My parents had four kids, and each of us has a not too popular– but not weird– name. My name is Sonja and my siblings are Joanna, Joel, and Aaron. From Joel and Aaron, you can tell that my parents are religious, or at least familiar with Biblical names. And if you knew that my sister and I are twins, you would know that my mother especially values individuality. (She never made us dress alike or share our toys.)