We headed out to get our income tax filled out this morning.
Cowboy made the appointment last week.
We get there, and a woman is having hers done.
The preparer tells us it’s going to be twenty minutes.
Cowboy and I were both annoyed since we had an appointment.
We had probably been sitting there a good ten minutes when Cowboy decides to play on his phone, and he goes, “Well huh, look at this.”
Yeah.
A text from the tax office saying we’d missed our appointment yesterday.
We had to eat crow.
In his defense, Cowboy wasn’t on his phone yesterday, and he insisted it was today.
I even wrote it down on the calendar for today.
One of them got their wires crossed.
Everything worked out in the end, and we even got a bigger refund thanks to Cowboy being 66.
That was a nice surprise.
While we were getting our taxes done, Badger was roaming around the store doing a little shopping.
We switched from H&R Block to Jackson Hewitt, and it’s perched in a corner of Walmart by the vision center.
She said she enjoyed not being rushed.
We finished the taxes, nabbed Badger, checked out, and headed to Morristown.
The first stop was Dunkin’ for coffee.
I’d been shoved out the door this morning without my caffeine fix.
The funny thing about having ADHD, though, is that you really don’t get a jolt from caffeine.
For me anyway, it serves to calm me down and helps me focus, and if I drink it at night I can get a good night’s sleep.
Then it was on to get an oil change.
The place that does it is pretty fast.
You don’t even get out of your car, which may just be how it’s always done.
I seem to remember that my mom would have to either leave her car or sit in a waiting room.
Until recently Cowboy did it himself at home.
Our final stop was at Great Clips.
I really wanted to grow my hair out and have a ponytail one last time in my life.
I managed to get it just below my ears, but let’s just be truthful.
Hot flashes and heavy, limp hair hanging on your neck don’t go well together.
The stylist held my hair out, put her fingers barely on a bit, and said, “Here?” I said, “No, shorter.”
She moved her fingers up just a tiny bit. “Here?” “No, even shorter.”
She slid her fingers up even more. “Surely not here, that’s a good two or three inches.”
I said, “Yep, that’s fine. I want it short. I like low‑maintenance, no‑hair‑on‑the‑neck hair.”
Even after that she’d barely snip and ask, “Are you sure-sure?”
I’d say, “Yeah, I’m positive. I’m fine with super short hair. I’ve even had a buzz cut at one time.”
When it was done I tipped her rather well.
She seemed oddly traumatized by shearing the sheep a.k.a me.
Honestly, she could have gone even shorter, but it’s ok for now.
We’ll try to get back to Ms. January maybe in May before the really hot weather hits, and I’ll have her give me a really, really short pixie.
Ms. January doesn’t blink an eye when you come in with what amounts to a below‑the‑ear bob and tell her to give you a buzz cut.
Badger just got a trim.
If you don’t keep her hair trimmed, it turns into a giant poof ball.
We made it home just before two.
Cowboy found himself some dinner while Badger and I flipped a coin to see who got to take the first shower.
One bathroom really, really stinks.
I got to go first because I had more hair cut off, and I looked like Cousin It barfed up on me.
After I got done I found my own lunch, then Badger found herself something after her shower.
There are days we seem to eat in shifts.
Badger pretty much stayed in her own room the rest of the evening, in between popping out to do laundry.
Cowboy and I retreated to the bedroom away from our zoo to do his monthly test.
I ended up having to do it on his phone.
The tablet wouldn’t work, and the phone started out not working.
Neither of us knows what he poked, but he got it to talking, and then it started letting me tap the bubble to choose the answer.
This was one month he didn’t do well.
I had to do the stupid thing six times before I got a passing grade.
I’m sorry, but I wasn’t all that interested in protecting trade secrets and what medical records a company is legally allowed to give out.
After we got done, Cowboy headed outside until dark.
Other than feeding the chickens, I don’t know what he got into.
He’s not giving himself time to recuperate or rest, but then he goes back to work tomorrow, and they sure aren’t going to go easy on him.
I had a good book I wanted to finish, so I curled up in bed with that.
Supper time came, we ate, then Cowboy settled in his recliner for a night of TV.
I sat with him for a while, but I have a movie I want to see, so I’m heading to the bedroom to watch that.
4 comments:
Every summer I grow my hair out so I can put it up all summer long. I too hate hair on my neck when it's hot!
I had a buzz cut in the '80s! I had long hair for most of the time I've been on the farm, but the last decade it's been short. My hair was once thick. Now you can see my scalp. Not a good look for long hair.
My husband is a CPA and still has clients from his corporate days. Like the shoemakers kids having no shoes, our taxes are always done last.
I hope Cowboy handles the hard work well. He sounds like a typical stubborn male!
Sandra: Aren’t buzz cuts freeing? No fuss, no muss. That’s the part of aging nobody really talks about, the thinning hair. Short is a good disguise for it. I haven’t had long hair since I was 13. I went from down to my knees to a pixie and never looked back.
Your husband doing everyone else’s taxes first made me laugh. That really is the shoemaker’s kids having no shoes. I hope you two get bumped up the list at least a little.
Cowboy is very stubborn. I’m hoping he doesn’t overdo it, but some men you just can’t tell anything.
Jeanette: I get that completely. Summer heat and hair on the back of your neck just don’t mix. Growing it out so you can put it up makes perfect sense. Anything that keeps it off your skin when it’s hot is a win in my book.
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