Something under my feet
I waded through my brothers tax information this morning to get to the computer. He has decided I am his new tax woman, I am also his anytime babysitter, clothes minder and sounding board. So I guess cause he doesn’t have a wife he uses me instead, which is nice but I HAVE MY OWN HUSBAND!!! He should have used Birmingham accountants. They would have set him up with a good accountant so that he could move on with his taxes, and I could walk into my office without tripping over boxes of receipts. Who keeps receipts to movies anyway?
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