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The cool thing about taxes, as I've found in my infinite years of experience, is that tax time means money in our pockets. See, we've always been so incredibly broke that we always get almost all of our money back that we paid in.
The federal refund hasn't hit our account yet. When it does, several glorious things will happen. For one, we'll be paying off the little bit we still owe on Pedro. The other thing that we're going to do, and it's something so beyond wonderful that I'll even call it inconceivable, is that we're going to buy ourselves a couch and a loveseat.
Our couch is a 15 year-old relic inherited from Amy's parents. The ends were recliners, and the middle was a fiberboard box beneath the cushions. The fiberboard box died last Christmas, so I cut the middle and bolted the two ends together. Now, the ends are collapsing -- they don't recline anymore, they're not comfortable, and they're leaning outward. This says nothing for the ugly blue plaid (early 1990s Americana) pattern and the tremendous stains.
When we ventured to Value City for a baseline price (you know, window shopping to understand the market a little better) we found a red couch with removable pillow cushions and a matching loveseat and chair. While the jury is out on the chair, we're going to buy the couch and loveseat. The material seems to be washable and really low maintenance. And... a very comfortable couch in the living room would be a first for us since.... well, ever. Really. I've never had a couch younger than 15 years.
Today was also our first day at work for several days. The Volvo was parked on the road since, at the advent of the storm, it couldn't make it up our slick, steep driveway. Since then, of course, around 16 inches had fallen. After digging it out this morning, we got stuck on our road. A snowplow man, working the neighborhood, helped us dig out. He drove the Volvo a little bit to show us how to get it traction, and he left his gloves on the floorboard. Seeing those gloves there after we were on the road was incredibly sad. I felt so bad for the guy, who helped us out but then left one of his most important tools.
After I dropped Amy off at work, those things stared at me in a haunting way. I felt incredibly guilty.
We're going to get the gloves to the Sewer Department so that he can have them back.
I couldn't bear the idea of doing otherwise.
Posted by Your Friendly Neighborhood DJ on February 15, 2007 07:09 PM | Permalink
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