I found out that if you don’t tell Social Security to take withholding out of your monthly check, they don’t. And then, come tax time, instead of the refund you have spent your entire life receiving and blowing on some silliness like groceries or penny slot machines, you have to pay. And pay a lot. OK, maybe not a lot for Mitt Romney or Bill Clinton. But for those of us in the trenches, it’s a lot.
Task for today… call social security and change withholding.
How much gayer could he be?
Vladimir Putin may be crazy and out of touch as being reported but that may be because of the all energy he needs to put into denying that he’s gay. OMG! I’ve seen less obvious examples of gayness in NYC’s Greenwich Village!
Of course it does
The headline read, “Allegations of groping faced by Army’s top sex-crime prosecutor”. Of course it did. So sadly SOP for the military.
After the dental work
He may have lost a front tooth but he didn’t lose THE FRONT TOOTH that gives him such a manly appearance.
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Trust us. We’re from the government and we’re here to help you…
If I correctly understand what’s being asked of Alaskans regarding the proposed constitutional amendment to allow public funding of private schools, the legislators proposing this amendment freely admit they have not a clue as to how much it will cost, what it will take from public school financing, how they will ensure that standards are being met or whether teachers will need to be state qualified to work in those schools. In essence, they are saying, “Trust us. We’re from the government and we’re here to help you.” Isn’t that the punch line of almost every conservative political joke about
Doggie Snow Angel
Unlike BuddhaBubba, Snowy thinks that the snow is great. And he’d love to be a sled dog in the Iditarod… assuming by sled dog you mean that he gets to ride in the sled while the other dogs do the pulling.
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And I’ll keep on walking
I will walk as far as I have to in order to get out of this damn snow. No matter how cute I look in a pink coat, it does not make up for the snow. I’m heading south and won’t stop until the heat of the sun burns this coat off my back.
(This is how you know that BuddhaBubba is NOT an Iditarod dog!)
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Squirrels!
Or moose. It could have been a moo.. squirrel!
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How rich can anyone want to be?
I wake up each morning to three dogs who want to just lick me and love me all day. I wake up to six parrots and a cockatoo that want nothing more than to be part of my flock. And I wonder how much richer I could ever possibly be than I am right now.