Stuff is going down and it’s Tax Day so everyone is waiting on line at the post office instead of reading blogs anyway. CLW will be back next week when, maybe, I’ll have reviewed some of the books siting on my desk for just such a time.
“Maybe just a bologna-slice sized piece.”
In response to my supervisor’s wondering if you can find tax forms online from the IRS (also in honor of Tax Day):
Miss Print: “Yes. But they want a pound of flesh in exchange.”
Bear: “They don’t want a pound of flesh. Maybe just a bologna-slice sized piece.”
Later . . .
Miss Print: “How goes the apartment stuff?”
Bear: “I’m going with no news is good news. Still waiting to see if they ask for my genetic profile.”
Miss Print: “I thought they didn’t want your first born.”
Bear: “It’s my first born or a small animal.”
Miss Print: “Maybe they’re the ones who want a pound of flesh instead of a bologna-slice-piece.”
Miss Print 