Accounting For Accounts And An Accountant

Now that I had a week off, I don't feel as much like I am pushing sand up a slope. I had energy enough to look into the outflow of money. It's like a can that somebody shot with a thirty-thirty. I had this revelation today. Things are kinda stressful because they are pretty stressful. I've avoided anything to do with the ordinary business of the household for good reason. I understand old men that just start hollering.

When is the last time you had a bad "pin number", "wrong login" or couldn't type your "more secure password" in? Well neighbor, what is your mom's maiden name? What is your first dog's name? How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?

Do you know more acronyms than words? That sounds impossible. If you ask, "What does that stand for?" too often, you are in jeopardy of just such an impossibility.

My former accountant. When I went in depressed as a dog, and Kim all wrapped in Kovi clinging and crying and Kaley bouncing off the walls... why couldn't she just dig in and help us a bit? How much money would it take for somebody to help out? It's soooo simple. We paid decent money for a spreadsheet that was seriously retarded.

But it's okay now. I'm breathing. I've got it by the horns.