I have the dreaded blue box out…the blue box my friend Janis got me to buy years ago when I bought my first house…the box I throw all my papers in all year that I think might be critical to save or use for taxes…and now the time I dread every year has arrived. I have to actually pull out the bulging wads of crumpled papers and make sense of them and wonder why I have so many receipts from so many vets and pet stores and wonder even further if that may be why I have lots of paper but no money.
OK, I’m going in. I’ll be back with my shield or on it.