dancin' with myself

Last year Peetie and I had the best time filing our taxes.

Yes, it's true. We're a little sick sometimes.

We went to the post office in Providence because it's open round the clock (unlike the one in our sleepy small town of Narragansett, RI).

There was music and beer and lots and lots of dogs.

I guess a couple hundred people in and out every five minutes adds up to a good deal of dogs.

We had a brewsky and a good time.

Today, filling out the forms all by myself in a country sans booze, little sister, and barking dogs, just isn't the same.

It's actually a little depressing to scoff at Uncle Sam all by my lonesome.

betholindo at 2:48 p.m.

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