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These Tax-Aide classes are mini-conventions for Dwight D. Eisenhower impersonators. Male and female.
I have purple hair, so I’m a pariah: Dwight D. Eisenhower did not have purple hair.
The political redemption of Dwight D. Eisenhower is kind of an interesting process to observe. Throughout my wild and crazy youth, Eisenhower was widely perceived as something of a loser in his Presidential role. These days, though, many people on the Left remember him fondly – purely on the basis of his famous speech about the military industrial complex, which turns out to have been prescient.
I’m still feeling sad. Plus we’re coming up on January and February, the two lean kine in my financial equations where my copywriting work takes a nosedive while various commercial clients doctor their books for upcoming tax audits. This eats into my discretionary funding. I’m giving as much money as I can (without eating cat food) to my two kids, both struggling students. This will mean fewer treats and distractions for me until work picks up again. Not necessarily a bad thing – I probably spend waaaay too much time pursuing treats and distractions.
Fucked up my left Achilles tendon running in bad shoes on an uneven trail yesterday. Fortunately, all I have to do today is sit in an uncomfortable chair and try to keep my eyes from glazing over as I try to fathom the absolutely unfathomable effects of the Affordable Care Act on tax liability.
Had a loooong chat with Max last night. That was fun.
I have purple hair, so I’m a pariah: Dwight D. Eisenhower did not have purple hair.
The political redemption of Dwight D. Eisenhower is kind of an interesting process to observe. Throughout my wild and crazy youth, Eisenhower was widely perceived as something of a loser in his Presidential role. These days, though, many people on the Left remember him fondly – purely on the basis of his famous speech about the military industrial complex, which turns out to have been prescient.
I’m still feeling sad. Plus we’re coming up on January and February, the two lean kine in my financial equations where my copywriting work takes a nosedive while various commercial clients doctor their books for upcoming tax audits. This eats into my discretionary funding. I’m giving as much money as I can (without eating cat food) to my two kids, both struggling students. This will mean fewer treats and distractions for me until work picks up again. Not necessarily a bad thing – I probably spend waaaay too much time pursuing treats and distractions.
Fucked up my left Achilles tendon running in bad shoes on an uneven trail yesterday. Fortunately, all I have to do today is sit in an uncomfortable chair and try to keep my eyes from glazing over as I try to fathom the absolutely unfathomable effects of the Affordable Care Act on tax liability.
Had a loooong chat with Max last night. That was fun.
