Then there's the Bad. The chicks are a day early. Just like they were last year... And once again, our soon-to-hatch chicks
are going to be starting behind the boughten chicks.
Our last hatch-batch are just about ready to be moved outdoors. Here's a pic of the little
These two are saying "Poor Mama..." Because the Ugly? It's April 15th. I spent most of the day doing our taxes.
I would rather take out my own spleen with a rusty soupspoon than do taxes.
But we figured out back in February that we were going to have to pay in this year, for the first time ever. So there was no real incentive to get them done early. So, what do you think happens when you tell two procrastinators that there's no hurry?
Granted, for the last two weeks, we've been saying "Oh, we'll have to get those taxes done soon." And nodding at each other. And that was about as far as we got.
The worst part? I had to do them manually. On paper. Like back in the Dark Ages of the 20th Century.