It's Been One of Those Days

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This morning I needed to ask Mark something. He was upstairs feeding the birds, so I yelled for him. Alex promptly shouted back "WHAT do you want?" That's the first time I've heard him say that - talk about attitude, Jeesch!
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Then our Federal tax check came. Yippee . . . until I opened it. The check was for exactly $6,000 more than we expected. After the split second when my brain frantically spent every cent, I realized that I had to give it back. (CRAP) We had just finished reading the paper and noticed an article about the IRS office being open until 2pm today – just our luck. We got our stuff together, checked with our tax preparer just to be sure we should go there without him, and headed downtown. There's just something about the name Internal Revenue Service that gives me chills – and who in the world wants to spend part of their Saturday there anyway?
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They were actually very nice. Turns out that our tax preparer's writing isn't what it used to be (I know, but we've been going to him for quite a while and there's not even a pc in his entire office!) It's a good thing we went to check it out because if we had kept the money we would owe taxes and fines on it even though it was their mistake!!
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Later we stopped at the pet store to get dog food. Of course I have to visit the puppies and birds. I rarely look at the smaller birds, but as Mark was standing in line to check out a little cockatiel caught my eye. He was the only one paying any attention to the people, the others were busy doing cockatiel stuff. They were in an open pen, so naturally I reached in to give him a little scratch on the head. He promptly got on my finger, ran up my arm and tried to cuddle against my neck. What a sweet baby! He'll make someone a nice pet, but it couldn't be me. As we were leaving I noticed that the customer who helped me retrieve the little guy from the back of my neck was holding him. I think he impressed her. t
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Spikey was acting up tonight. Every so often she gets in this mood where she has to look down my shirt. If it was just that I wouldn’t mind, but she had to stick her whole head in there and it makes me nervous. If she sees anything that she thinks shouldn’t be there she’ll bite it off! I actually had a mole removed from just below my neckline because she used to pick at it and it made me queasy. I had to put her back on her t-stand and refuse to hold her because she wouldn’t stop. She does the same thing to Mark, but it doesn’t bother him much. She’ll also preen his goatee and pull out hair that she thinks doesn’t belong.
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Just before putting Mister to bed tonight I cuddled him and gave him a kiss on the back of his head. He pulled away, looked at me and said “Hey!” in a low voice, like I was bothering him! Another little feathered beast with attitude.
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Cathy