I've been grumpy today. I'm trying not to be.
I'm also trying to reel in sadness and disgust about the thieves in the White House and the soulless in Congress. These so-called leaders of ours, their crew, and the greedy rich behind them are destroying our country, along with taunting our morals, actions, and beliefs in all that is good.
Tomorrow morning, there will be protests in various cities throughout the United States to let the current White House administration know of our discontent with their cruel and unjust immigration policies. The Husband and I will join like-minded in our county on a street corner down town.
The IRS sent us a refund check of $51 and some cents a couple weeks ago. We didn't cash it, but a letter from the IRS was forthcoming, so an accompanying note stated.
The letter came yesterday. IRS wrote that I made an error transferring an amount from a form. Yes, I was the culprit, although IRS does not know it. I do the taxes, while the Husband checks my work. The error slipped pass both our "editor" eyes, which reminds me of a story. Some of you may have heard it before.
Years ago, a bike mechanic asked us if we do everything together. He wondered, he told us, because both our bicycles had a broken spoke in the same place on the back tire. Togetherness is us.
Here's something pretty and cheerful for you and me to end this post. It's from one of my jaunts with Tilda-Hilda.