Talk about your day thread

[Chris_H_2]

stove top cleaning

not gonna lie - i read this as "stove top stuffing" and got pretty excited

[Alex]

Burt responded. we’ve got big things planned for tomorrow.

[doug rr]

laundry, vacuuming, stove top cleaning

show some respect for Burt, doug! Way to rub it in that you have a place to do those things!

I feel for Burt..it did sound a bit like it could have been a scene from Every Which Way But Loose

[BurtReynolds]

All part of the adventure.

[Alex]

Be, Mac Smith. Just be.

[Bi_3]

We owe a ton of federal tax and will once again be penalized for being so far off the estimate. The wife maxed out her withholding ls this go around and it’s worse than ever.

We’re having some issues as well. It’s starting to piss me off

Same. Payroll systems seem to struggle with working couples since the trump tax changes a few years back. Sucks to punch the numbers in see a massive bill due again

[Bammer]

We owe a ton of federal tax and will once again be penalized for being so far off the estimate. The wife maxed out her withholding ls this go around and it’s worse than ever.

We’re having some issues as well. It’s starting to piss me off

Honestly what are the chances of being audited though?

[LetMeSleep]

When you say massive are we talking 4 digit or 5 digits?

[LetMeSleep]

That could be a tinder or grinder post.

[spike]

That could be a tinder or grinder post.

[doug rr]

went to the putting green this morning for about an hour and put gas in the car

[bodysnatcher]

went to the putting green this morning for about an hour and put gas in the car

I need gas thanks for the reminder

[BurtReynolds]

Homeless for the next three hours. What should I do?

[tree_]

Homeless for the next three hours. What should I do?

go watch dune 2

[BurtReynolds]

Homeless for the next three hours. What should I do?

go watch dune 2

Once was fine

[tree_]

Homeless for the next three hours. What should I do?

go watch dune 2

Once was fine

try some wim hof breathing

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

Homeless for the next three hours. What should I do?

Busk with a pan flute

I don't have one

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

Oh I forgot to call my mommy and let her know I arrived ok.