This may be the earliest we've ever pulled together our tax statements and mortgage documents and paltry income records, to trot over to our CPA for our appointment today. Cranky was up before me this morning, searching for various papers and receipts, filling out the tax worksheet, trying to remember all the possibly allowable deductions. Good fella.
But then we were just wiped out after the appointment. (We? Cranky laughs.) We got good news on how much we'll have to pay, but mentally (here it comes... incoming!) it has been taxing.
So I'm going to let Sam write my blog today. I'm using my own photo, but she gets all the credit for promoting a super, intelligent, responsible product — and its creators, Saint Benoît Yogurt — which happens to be "local" for Sam and me and a whole bunch of our homies.