Saturday, March 25, 2006

On Friday, we picked up our mail on the way out of town. We managed to get two extremes in one mail delivery:
Good mail = Hubby's tax return cheque. Marriage means sharing, right?!
Bad mail = a letter informing me I have an appointment with a neurologist. No reason given, just the date and time. Hmmmm.
Maybe I'll need to use the tax money to buy a new brain. If so, I want a new body to go with it, please.


Mary P. said...

Aren't you good? I still haven't filed mine. I will have it in by the end of April!! (WHich is good for me actually: being self-employed, I don't HAVE to have it in till June 10.)

Neurologist... hmmm...

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Nah, it's just that the neurologist needs another golfing vacation.