Quarterlies are Bad

Today's big job is to get my quarterlies paid.

I really, really HATE this job.

But it has to be done.

So I got up early this morning to get it done and out of the way.

But first, the dog needed a walk. We walked the full 4 mile loop, which nearly killed the both of us since it has been well over a year since we have hauled ourselves up that enormous mountain!

Then I needed to rest, of course! Which I did by putting my feet up and flipping through the new issue of Country Living magazine that just arrived.

It was super inspirational, so I decided to do some serious cleaning, redecorating in the living room, and cleaning out of cupboards.



By then it was time for lunch. And hey, a hardworking girl needs her lunch.

Then I did all of the laundry I could find, cleaned off the porch and the landing, chatted with the SoCal gas men who were working on my hillside, and cleaned my studio.

But I still couldn't bring myself to start on those darn taxes.

So, I ripped out the center of my lone star quilt and started to put in a better fabric. (Yep, it was a real nosebleed! But not as bad as paying the taxes!!)

And now, of course, I am fooling around on the computer while I contemplate my next move. I have narrowed it down to either making bread or fertilizing my roses.

And then there is that board meeting tonight that I cannot possibly get out of....

This may very well still be hanging over my head tomorrow too!
Why oh why must taxes be paid quarterly when annually is MORE than sufficient!!

And with that bit of whining, I am off. Off to fertilize or bake, or maybe go see a man about a horse...or is it a horse about a man...hmmm.