A couloir with a view. Today is beautiful. Sunny, warm. Poupée on the lawn, freshly mowed next to the well. It’s times like these, after reviewing our US taxes, UNKLE playing in the distance via YouTube, sun shining that I am glad I don’t own Crocs.
A couloir with a view. Today is beautiful. Sunny, warm. Poupée on the lawn, freshly mowed next to the well. It’s times like these, after reviewing our US taxes, UNKLE playing in the distance via YouTube, sun shining that I am glad I don’t own Crocs.
Crocs are great – amazing what you can do in them.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! rrr! gr! … grrr!
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“grr1” because I was so upset, I couldn’t shift.
Something tells me not to upset the chick in the crop top and convertible.
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You do your own taxes. That is my idea of brave beyond what, I don’t even know, it’s so brave. No way would I do my own taxes for one country, much less two and figure out the tax treaty and business stuff, oh, scary just to think about it. Scary. When the boogie man comes, I’m going to your house and hide behind you. Obviously you can deal with these things. Amazing. Bravo!
Oh it’s a fun puzzle, not unlike Count Sodooku. We have people do the French impots … girl … I’m not that brave. The US works well with software and worksheets. If the boogie man cometh, I shalleth stand guard. Bitch will get served!