(And other recent comments of note.)
Shasta took the taxes to the local office for filing and the process was all smoothness and efficiency. They were done in no time.
And then the rep said, “Now I have a survey here that the Federal Government is requiring us to do.”
“Well, all right.”
“Do you accept any government aid, such as Medicaid or Food stamps?”
“Do you have a roommate, other than your spouse, who lives with you and shares expenses?”
“I don’t understand. How do you make it on this much a year?”
“You can’t make it on this much a year.”
“Well, we do. We do rent from my in-laws, so the rent is very cheap. We do cloth diapers a lot so we we aren’t always buying disposables.”
“But the Federal Government is going to want me to put something here. You can’t make it on this much a year.”
“Ma’am, what were the questions again?”
“Do you accept any government aid such as food stamps or Medicaid, and do you have a roommate, other than your spouse, who lives with you and shares expenses?”
“Ok. Well, the answer to all of those questions is still….NO.”
It was sad. The poor rep was very confused.
Speaking of confused, the Little Sister Who is Not a Giraffe (currently considering Cricket and Bumblebee, thanks for the suggestions!) was having a fussy patch while the Dread Pirate Grasshopper observed curiously and scientifically. “Hey,” he said in some astonishment, “where are her tears?” He also inquired yesterday if God had made his new little sister out of mud.
The Ladybug continues, for the most part, to adore her little sister. The first sentiment of sibling resentment expressed occurred yesterday when The Equuschick made the mistake of putting one of the Ladybug’s pj shirts on the Ungiraffe. The Ladybug was extremely indignant about this.
The Dread Pirate Grasshopper, and secretly The Equuschick, has lately been very concerned with the current pet shortage of the household. “Where is our dog? Why don’t we have a dog? If had a dog, I would name him Clifford. I wish I had a fish.”
And etc. Sigh.
Grief dies hard, no matter how small you are.