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I've never filed a tax return, and the basic how-to booklet is fifty-odd pages long, plus several other booklets. So it's a good thing that my father-in-law is an accountant. He had all the forms, and showed me what's what, and did all the bits of it, which was super, and in addition to that, he'd worked out the various merits of filing in the various possible ways open to W and I so that we'd get stung as little as possible, AND he applied some Principles of Accounting that we would totally never have thought of. Yay for having fathers-in-law who are accountants.
That was yesterday. In the night, a weird THING grew on my arm. Basically an enormous penny-sized, hemispherical blister, which appeared for absolutely no reason and hurts like buggery. (j thinks: unfortunate metaphor) And it seems to be pupping. Apart from the utter weirdness of having such a thing on my arm (honestly. It looks like an alien lifeform. I could probably sell my arm to terrorists to use as a biological weapon), I'm terrified lest it burst while I'm working. Seepage all over my klaf would be such a bad idea. So I've wrapped my arm in kitchen roll and plastic baggies, and W taped it down. Yes, I am going to see the medic, but the duckhouse isn't open yet. I must be their best customer - one bloody thing after another.
Edited to add: It's apparently an allergy to something. I bashed it by accident when I was doing the laundry. It exploded grossly. It was funny. It was good, cos it meant I could put a plaster on it and forget about it. Goodness knows what I encountered that I could be that allergic to. Weirdness.
That was yesterday. In the night, a weird THING grew on my arm. Basically an enormous penny-sized, hemispherical blister, which appeared for absolutely no reason and hurts like buggery. (j thinks: unfortunate metaphor) And it seems to be pupping. Apart from the utter weirdness of having such a thing on my arm (honestly. It looks like an alien lifeform. I could probably sell my arm to terrorists to use as a biological weapon), I'm terrified lest it burst while I'm working. Seepage all over my klaf would be such a bad idea. So I've wrapped my arm in kitchen roll and plastic baggies, and W taped it down. Yes, I am going to see the medic, but the duckhouse isn't open yet. I must be their best customer - one bloody thing after another.
Edited to add: It's apparently an allergy to something. I bashed it by accident when I was doing the laundry. It exploded grossly. It was funny. It was good, cos it meant I could put a plaster on it and forget about it. Goodness knows what I encountered that I could be that allergic to. Weirdness.
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