It turns out I owe the government $368 in taxes. How can this be, you ask, when my taxable income last year was barely five figures? I do not know, it is a mystery. But this always happens.
Whatever, that's okay. I'm still winning. Plus, my brother sent me an email today saying that he was "awful proud" of me. Awww. Sweet baby brother.
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I just got back from the gyno. What could be more fun on a sunny Seattle afternoon than a trip to the gynecologist? (Actually I can think of about 974 things right off the top of my head.) I told her that I hardly ever get periods anymore and she said, "Are you trying to have kids?" "No." "Are you sexually active?" "Not really." "Don't worry about it then."
I took this to mean that I am completely infertile, but that I should put off freaking out about it until the husband/dog/little picket fence is firmly in place. Sounds like good advice to me.
Now I'm in a great mood. I'm always in a great mood when I leave the gyno, because it's the longest possible amount of time until I have to go back again.
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