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Around the house.

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Yesterday was a sad day for our immediate neighbors.

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The row of willow trees that have graced the front of their property for more than 80 years…

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Were deemed a nuisance to the power lines and cut down by the state.

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As a rule willow trees don’t live that long but these were glorious and well cared for.

We will miss them.

😰

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Squirrels.

Nature’s seed stealing acrobats.

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My husband was thrilled when he received this red seal five dollar bill as change the other day. I made the mistake of asking why it was special but zoned out after the first 17 minutes of rambling explanation. Here’s a more succinct recap.

On June 4th, 1963 President Kennedy signed executive order 11110 which allowed the US government to make it’s own money and bypass the Federal Reserve. The 4+ billion dollars of United States Notes (backed by US gold and silver) were put in to circulation in denominations of $2 and $5. The $10’s and $20’s were printed but never released as he was assassinated and the program was shut down.

How thrilled was he?

The man actually ironed it.

😳

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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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The post where River curses the IRS… again.

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Just when I thought our nightmare with the IRS was over?

This….

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My husband’s annual social security benefit statement came the other day but something was off. It showed an IRMAA deduction and results in his check being $76 less than it is now. Since there’s supposed to be a large increase in Social Security next year… that made no sense.

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The calculations were made on our 2020 tax form? Of course they were! That’s the year the friggin’ IRS screwed up and moved a decimal point on my husband’s Marine Corps retirement income. It took me 6 months to clear up that mess and get them to correct the form.. but apparently they didn’t do it in time for Social Security to make their calculations.

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Yeah. I wish!

So…. thanks to the *%#<!*%* IRS, I have to gather proof they screwed up and file an appeal with Social Security to correct their numbers and get them to reset the benefit amount.

One tiny decimal point. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.

😠

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Merry Christmas to me.

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No, I didn’t buy myself a gift, but it seems someone did.

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It may be the most magical time of year, but it’s also the most popular time for criminals to hack your credit card.

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Thankfully my bank was right on top of it, cancelling the card and refunding the bogus charges. The amounts were low but that’s how they start, hoping you won’t notice. Ironically it was the fact they made multiple low purchases at the same place for the same amount that tripped an alarm. Weirder still? My last legitimate charge was $18.96.

Be careful out there. Being without my debit/Mastercard for a week until the new one arrives is a pain in the *ss this time of year.

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Do you need one of these?

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Because I know I don’t.

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Lately the man cave/Barn Mahal has been our money sucking box….

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But I agree, that one is much creepier.

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Okay, I admit a yodeling pickle might be a nice screaming goat accompaniment at our bar… but I restrained myself from ordering one.

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Yeah. I can do without that as well.

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Sorry, but there’s not a board game on earth that would make me want to eat my husband’s Uncle Donny.

Nope.

Not happening.

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Let’s play!

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Yes, again. Stop complaining.

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I’m currently binge watching Showtime’s original series Billions.

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It basically has two main characters…. the ruthless billionaire hedge fund king and the twisted US Attorney who wants to take him down. Both of them are a combination of good and bad, but I’m afraid if it comes to a choice between being a billionaire and a government employee?

River will take door number one and enjoy luxury homes, private jets, a kick ass yacht and the Lamborghini every time.

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That’s one expensive nosebleed.

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I’m in the minority in my state, and my geographic region for that matter… because I don’t care for the Patriots. But what really makes me an oddball? The fact that I don’t like Tom Brady. We won’t get into the reasons, but suffice it to say when he moved to Tampa Bay? I happily waved bye bye.

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We have friends who recently moved to Florida. Being major Brady fans, they were thrilled when he followed them to the sunshine state. But for people in my neck of the woods, it’s a quandary. They want to keep rooting for the Patriots, but still love Tommy. So when the NFL schedule was announced and a date was picked for the Bucs vs Pats game at Foxboro? Insanity ensued. Tickets for the we’re so effin’ far away from the field we should send a postcard nosebleed section seats?

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$3,200 per. And may I just say… what the utter f*ck! I’m not a football fan so it’s not like I’d be going anyway, but how many blue collar American workers can afford that? None, that’s how many.

And if you want a good seat?

Tickets for Section 111…. on the Patriots sideline… are going for $42,000 per. Which brings to mind one word.

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And it’s not raccoon.

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Say it isn’t so.

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I dealt with the toilet paper shortage.

I survived the run on flour.

But the newest Covid related tragedy might just tip me over the edge.

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Yes, boys and girls…. our fettuccini Alfredo is about to put a bigger dent in our wallets.

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God damn you Corona virus! Isn’t it enough you’ve made a trip to the hardware store seem like a big day out?

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Leave my cheese alone!

*She says as she allots more money in the budget. Who needs those pesky prescriptions anyway?*

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Products no one needs.

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Correct me if I’m wrong…

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But that has got to be the worst product ever invented. If you want to see me in a homicidal rage? Watch me chase a screaming alarm clock down the hall with a baseball bat at 4:00am.

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Do I need to wrap myself in a life size tortilla?

No. I really don’t.

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A foot hammock.

Because those pillowed neck rolls people wear on airplanes aren’t ridiculous enough.

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Why in the world would I pay for an implement that gives me the hairdo I spend all morning trying to get rid of?

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Read my lips…

I neither have an inner mermaid, nor do I need to find one.

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This.

Because the government doesn’t eat enough of our money as it is.

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