The Depression Begins

Tax season starts in 3 months and I am already dragging it. After 3 years at the job I've learned that it's not taxes I detest, it's the clients. You wanna know why? Because they ask stupid things like this...

"Can I write off my dog? He's so expensive!"
"Can I claim haircuts as a work expense? It's written in my handbook that I have to be clean cut".
"Do I have to claim the money I made at a temporary job? It was less than $600."
"Does my wife have to sign this?"
"Why isn't my refund bigger? My buddy got back way more than I did!" Sure, he's married has three kids and owns a home, but I'm single with no kids and rent. Why would that make any difference?


Then they answer my questions with stupid replies like this...

Me: How many miles did you drive to your extra job?
Client: 10,000
Me: How many total miles did you put on your car last year?
Client: 8,000
Me: *roll eyes* really?

Me: Do you have your Social Security card so we can check the numbers and make a copy?
Client: Why do you need my Social Security number?

Me: How much did you spend on ammo (or weapons, or union dues, or dry cleaning, or basically any other expense) this year?
Client: The same as last year

Me: How much was your tuition last year?
Client: I paid $500/mo. on my student loans

I need a new job. Or less stupid clients. Or just no clients. Something.

Homecoming 2011

I have spent the better part of the morning shuffling through the thousand pictures both on my camera and Chris' mom's. There are so many good pictures I was tempted to just include a link to the entire album. But I have narrowed it down for a sampling and here's what you get. Perhaps the rest will be on Facebook. Chris, by the way, is Skye's best friend.

I think I need to explain what it is you're looking at in the photo below. The "Mum" and "Garter" are Texas traditions. She makes him the garter that he wears on his arm, and he makes her the mum that she wears either pinned on or in this case hung around her neck. They are meant to show school spirit, hence the blue & yellow for Klein's colors. The bigger & gaudy-er, the better. If the girl has a bear on hers, then she is considered much cooler than those who do not. Skye's mum came not only with one bear, but two. And the bears are dressed in a Cross Country uniform and an ROTC (Chris is in ROTC) uniform. He wouldn't tell me how many hours he put in to this, but Skye put in like 6 or 7 and look at the size difference! The kids wore these on Spirit Day, the Friday before the Homecoming dance and also to the football game that night.

GO KLEIN BEARKATS!!!

Daddy & Daughter. Awwww...

Me & Skye. Yes, she is that much taller than me...in heels.

This is the funny one...

Isn't she BEAUTIFUL??!!

They laugh about their height difference all the time. The heels didn't help :)

They had such a great time at the dance! They both told me it was better than they expected. I am so glad they will always have this great memory!