It’s tax season here in France. I do the entire year over a week or so. I have ambitions of resolving each month like a responsible person, but I get carried away in the thrill of selling beef and chicken. Oh and the four crazy kids we have.
My head is full of numbers, receipts, where did I put that thing? Who is this guy we paid money to? What was it for? Naturally, when someone asks me to do something fun other than tax work, I’m on it. So when Celi ( from The Kitchens Garden ) asked her followers to show where we write I thought, ” PERFECT!!! ”
I normally write a quick something while everyone is requesting me to do other things than write a blog post. I can usually deflect and postpone, but then eventually, I have to publish and hope for a few jokes without tyops.
Our two useless farmdogs sunbath and keep me company.
And the boring stuff has its own space until I am finished. Les Impôts is “taxes” in French. I must admit, Les Impôts sounds more approachable than “taxes.”
Though, I am collecting a list of words that do NOT sound better in French.
French: Le Pneu
The ‘p’ is pronounced. “Pnew.” If you need to talk to someone about tires in France, grab some tissues.
Here is the herd last night. Another new calf. Twenty so far. Waiting on a few more.
right, back to les impôts. Now you know, I have to do this all over again in English for America … don’t get me started on that. Totally sucks.