Everything around here was looking a little too pretentious. Too neat. It didn't look like anyone lived here. So, I didn't do any housework this weekend. I sort of missed the old squalor, dusty mantles, a TV screen where you could write your name on, dog hair everywhere, plants begging for a drink of water, a grubby tub and shower doors, a fridge with food that was trying to escape to a better home. So I let it be. I should take two more weeks until we get back what we lost with the neatness.
I've got tax time coming up in May so, it's everyone for themselves. I have successfully ignored another year of bookwork for Gord's business, so it's that time again my friends, time to "Cook the Books." We are not talking about getting a tax return in, I'm talking documenting everydamnthing!! Invoices, payables, and every teenie weenie receipt Gord brings in for cash. My cupboard overflowest.
I should really write a "Cook the Books"..cookbook. because I'm getting good at it. And, because I always start so late, It should be called. "Cook a Year's Worth of Bookwork You Neglected In Less Than Two Days... Because You Were Too Busy Trying To Work Full Time, Clean The House, Do the Laundry, Make the Meals and Be Your Husbands and Dogs Mother. Phew...that should be quite some book. And a very long title.
My solution however, was to make a "Cook the Books"...a down and dirty Excel spreadsheet. It's no frills. Yes, I have a few formulas in there but nothing fancy. It gets the job done. If I used software like Quicken, it could take me a week to enter it all. Too many bells and whistles for me. We just have a small business, but a whole lot of paper....lord.
So, in the next week or so, my books will be simmering on the back of the stove while I try to cook them until they are done. Good gravy, you should see some of the receipts Gord brings in for a write off....oy vey......
It's not an easy life I lead. Wine helps.
We had a good chat with Hippy Chick today, she is designing our new house. So, that was exciting. I am very hesitant because I cannot envision a house plan on paper, I am visual only. If I see a house that has been built, I can imagine living there, but this shit on paper makes me nervous. I just want a small house in the woods...not too fancy, lots of light coming in, with a front porch and comfortable. Gord, however has bigger ideas. So, I see trouble arisin'....
Somebody is going to be living in the outhouse. But I could put up a mailbox there and the postman will still know his address and know where to send the bills to.