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Bookkeeper, tax preparer, cat lady, blogger, organizer, mystery writer.

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I've finally decided that I am a writer - all the other things I do just pay the bills. Someone eloquent once said that if you do what you love, the money will follow. Well, let's just see about that.

RIP Aggie

RIP Aggie
Aggie was my fifteen-year-old cairn terrier - or maybe I should say I was her 55-year-old person! She was my faithful companion, spoiled rotten and I am still trying to figure out what to do without her.

Peter the Cat...

Peter the Cat...
This is Peter the gingersnap tabby! He's seven years old and has just been promoted to Peter the Very, Very Good. He is working his way up to Peter the Great...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...
Bee is Peter's buddy. He's eight years old and has made himself right at home. I guess cats really do come in pairs or sets of three!

And Jasper makes three!

And Jasper makes three!
Jasper is our new guy - the Cat From Another Place. He's four years old and we think he likes it here - so far, so good!

Buzz about...

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Feeling a little defeated...

today. Not taxes - I mean, I live for tax season.  So does my bank account.  I should be jumping for joy that tax season is finally here!  Maybe it's just the winter blues, but I just feel like the heel of life has given me a good stomp today.  It was foggy this morning when I went to my mailbox and didn't find the check I was hoping for.  I should be thankful for the two that were there, even if they only amounted to $44 together.  It would appear that my clients are back to thinking that bookkeeping is my hobby and that prompt payment is optional.  Oy.  After I made my meager bank deposit, I went to Publix for Diet Coke (on sale, buy two get one free!) and came back home.  Aggie and I had a sub for lunch - who can go to Publix and not get a sub?  I can't pass up the Boar's Head sliced dill pickles.  Even that didn't do much to cheer me up, so I went about my business and printed W2s for my payroll clients and returned some phone calls.  About three o'clock I finally gave up and sat on the sofa with Aggie and Peter.  There's something comforting about a purring cat in your lap, don't you think?

5 comments:

  1. Okay, you've got a purring kitty, Aggie and plenty of Diet Cokes. You're set until the checks start arriving...Do you charge interest on late payments? Might help motivate cliets to pay up. I know it seems a bit unfriendly, but how thoughtful are they being? Just saying...
    Best,
    Susan

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  2. Yes, there IS something about a purring cat. I have one of my lap right now!

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  3. It's ok to feel blue....happens to everyone now and then! Hopefully the sun will come out tomorrow and you will feel better! God has a plan....and you are smack dab in the middle of it!

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  4. Hey Dawn, hope you get to feeling better and I love to have a purring cat in my lap ALWAYS.

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  5. It's the unconditional Love they give! ;-)

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