do the things I dread

I hate maing phone calls. Some are less pleasant than others.

that I have been dreading and putting off for six whole months.

It was not the form so much as the IRS form I had to look up and send with it, the taxes from 2 years ago that I had to dig out, the forms I had given to caregivers 2 years ago that I had to dig out. There was a discrepancy between what I sent to Social Security and what I sent to the IRS. It was a simple mistake on my 1040, and I overpaid by maybe $160. I overpaid, people!!! So quit with the forms already!!!!!!!!!

May I never, never hear from them again.

for Social Security, as if I don’t have enough frigging stuff to do.

Grrrr.

sewing buttons on.

My khaki pants (several pairs) have three buttons at the waist. I am down to one, two, or zero buttons on every pair. I think they were not sewn on that well in the first place. I have the buttons. I have a needle. Thread? Not sure I have any that is not ancient.

So, to do list:

Buy khaki thread
Sew on buttons, though I would rather disembowel myself and let the cats lap my entrails.

_{Maybe I can get Nick to sew them on . . . fine motor skills therapy, anyone?}

I have not heard the sump pumps operating under the house since the tornado.

So though I dread it, I must climb into the dank crawlspace under the house with the scorpions and the spiders and the snakes. I must go way, way, under, armed with flashlight and kneepads, and press the “test” and “reset” buttons on the sump pumps.

Not. Happy.