Tag Archives: mistakes

Let’s play.

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Because that’s what we do once a week here.

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For me there’s no contest, blue door all the way.

Sure, millions of dollars would be nice… maybe we could have a roof that doesn’t leak and that private jet I’ve always wanted…. but paying someone else to stain the deck so I wouldn’t blow out my knee? Changing doctors when I knew mine was an idiot so I wouldn’t be misdiagnosed and need surgery ? Not letting our cat outside on the day he was run over by a car? Or having the chance to spend more time with my father and ask him all the questions I should have before he died? I’ll take that over a giant bank account any day.

How about you?

Money or mistakes….

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It’s about time.

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Remember the crazy letter I got from the IRS back in June saying we owed over $55,000 on our 2020 taxes? The one that caused me to curse the government, their incompetent workers, automated phone systems, bureaucracy, H&R Block and basically everyone associated with tax collecting?

Well…. after a solid 8 hours on the phone with 4 IRS agents (who didn’t help), two appointments and numerous phone calls with an H&R Block agent (who didn’t help), another 6 hour phone conversation with 2 IRS agents (who were absolutely clueless), and a 3 hour nightmare trying to connect with a tax advocate (who told me to call the IRS agents) … it took me writing a hateful letter and sending it certified mail to get results.

Five months later.

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Yes, the IRS in all their infinite wisdom realized they made a mistake when they recorded my husband’s Marine Corps pension as $270,000 instead of the $27,000 it actually is.

Did they admit their mistake? No.

Did they apologize for the stress and hassle they caused? No.

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But they did tell me I wasn’t getting a refund.

The bastards.

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We’ve all been there.

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Epic fails in the kitchen. They usually happen when you’re having your MIL or the boss over for dinner.

So when I saw these online the other day? I had to share…

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Not even close.

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Funny, I’ve made this dish as well… but had no idea it was Italian.

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Recipes.

Sometimes they just like to screw with you.

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Ninja throwing apples!

I like.

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Oh, hell no!

That mouth. I just can’t…

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I’m all for making pets out of rocks, they’re so obedient. But this looks more like a creepy charcoal briquette.

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It’s official.

I will never eat sausage again.

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