Done!

"We are the champions, my friends..."

That's what started blaring through my brain Monday afternoon at 5pm. 

Tax season was officially over. We'd made it through another one and came out unscathed.

I mean, I've still got a headache that won't go away, the desperate need for a long nap and the want to remind my children what I look like; but damn, we kicked some serious ass this year! 

Now, don't misunderstand, we'll still have our busy times and the need to play done catch up, but the next 2 days? Those are gonna be spent doing whatever the hell I want. 

Day one? Spa. It was amazing, incredible, and hilarious all at the same time. My body is crazy relaxed and my toes are super cute. 

Day two. Shopping, lunch and movies with my hubs; the former tax widower. He survived, too. 

Shopping was (as always) fun, lunch tasty, and the movie was enjoyable. 

But, after a much needed nap, I wake up to find it's time to start getting ready for work the next day. 

How did those two days go by so freaking fast? I'm still sleepy, damnit!


My daughter says it's time to cook.

Crap.