Okay. I'm not dead. (almost though).
I've been trying to pretend I'm good at numbers, imagining I know what I'm doing, desperately shuffling an entire business's books around for the tax man. I can't begin to run down the toll it is taking on me - my back is seriously threatening to go out, I had a complete meltdown of hysterics when one of my three bosses told me what he expects me to do... and I'm surprised the Bear didn't pack up and leave for Siberia. How on Earth did I get into this? So, sorry, I've been away from my Timeout longer than I think I ever have. Don't give up on me. When I re-surface, my feathers may have fallen out and my caw more hoarse than usual, but I plan to survive.
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Take care sweetie. We’ll smooth your feathers when your done! XO
arghghghggh..math...I feel for you sweety....I hate math almost as much as I hate bush..eeek
Good news you're a survivor! Soon anyway ... :)
Just keep shuckin and groovin...we'll be here!
u WILL SURVIVE. HUGGGGGGGGGGZ!
Keshi.
Well in that case, I'll be here! Hang in there and we'll keep the nest all tidy-like for your return.
Have my carharts,did me well in churchhill,hudson bay---but siberia....Thinking Key West,,,Sun, Surf and FUN
I think a huge wet blanket has settled over the world and I'm just waiting for it to go away. I'm very sorry it's dripping on you too.
I think the government should fill out all of our tax forms then that way they will get bored of doing it and not charge tax on anything ever again. Who is with me in starting a petition to our governments about this matter??? :-P
Leave you...never. I will be here when you come back.
Thanks SoCal Sal - that's nice to know :)
Yellowdog Granny - Oh yeah, you do truly understand my pain. Thanks hon.
Anonymous - Yes, I will survive. You remind me of what happened early this morning. As I was standing in my yard, watching the jays swoop down to grab their peanuts, all of a sudden I heard a giant squawk... the rest of the jays immediately began shrieking their alarm, as did the acorn woodpeckers clinging to the huge poplars. I looked up, and saw only several wispy down feathers floating silently above me. A hawk had struck: most likely a Cooper's hawk on its way south on the Pacific Flyway, carrying it's victim away before I could get a glimpse. That jay was dispatched cleanly and quickly. Sad, but part of the natural scheme of things.
Red Mojo - Yes, one page at a time. Nice to know you are here. Crack that whip...
Keshi - You are so sweet - thanks for the hugs :)
My Dear ECS - Aww - I know my nest is a mess - just relax and I'll be back eventually.
Bear, So instead of Siberia you are running off to Key West? Sun, surf and FUN sounds a whole lot better than this baloney - have one of those umbrella drinks for me, will ya?
Ah Jeanne - So good to hear your writer's prose again, albeit it ever so brief. It seems true indeed about the wet blanket. Drip drip drip
Hi Irish - Where do I sign my name? I want to be first in line - definitely you have the right idea!
Mo'a - you make me so happy - I've always known you are true blue and loyal to the end. (Alas, I wish it WAS the end but it isn't in sight yet).
Terry...you are a strong person and I know you will get through this. We'll all be waiting here for you ;o))
Good luck! xo
i'm sorry you have to go through
all this crap at work...
very disheartening...
havent they ever heard of
accountants?
cheapo bosso-s...
karmakarmakarma...
its not worth your sanity....
argh...
xo
You poor thing! When it's spinning the fastest, it's going to throw you out, you'll land, and your Bear and we all are going to be there to help you to stand up and rearrange your feathers.
Good news you survived a Cooper's hawk attack also!
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