I'm in tax time hell. And I can't complain -- not one little bit. Why? Because my Mom -- in addition to being a darn good financial planner -- is a tax accountant. Now *she* is in tax time hell. So I really can't, or shouldn't, since my pain is so small by comparison to that of a person I love so much.
Yet I complain.
Because I have been adding up numbers all day on little slips of papers -- receipts -- ARGH! Yes, I should do this at the end of every month so that I'm not facing a mountain at the end of the year (or the end of March the following year), and that is the plan. I found my spreadsheet with January's numbers all filled in so it looks like I made it one whole month before flaking out. Hm.
But you didn't come here to hear about the not so fun (dare I say downright miserable) part of business ownership, right? You came here to see the CVM! And here you go. . .
Can I say enough nice things about Liz who sent this lovely fiber to Theresa & me? This was the stuff we carded when we went to The Fold. (I talked about it on my first podcast.) And yesterday when Theresa came over for a spin-in, I spun it up.
It's so springy! (Theresa showed that aspect off with photos.) And I like to really ply my yarn well -- so it looks almost felted. Very soft too! I have no idea how much I have, but I think I need to knit up a little headband out of it or something.
Well, I need to go pack up some packages. I'm behind after all that tax stuff. . .