Holiday, my fanny!

It's Working on Taxes day here, and I feel sorry for myself about it, too. I did promise myself a little gardening later if I continue to act like a grownup and make progress on taxes. Such is the life of a self-employed person: whining, self-bribery and lots of paperwork. Also, the kids playing outside are having fun just to taunt me. I thought you should know. Speaking of my fanny (and everything else), it's getting alarmingly large already. I'm literally pear-shaped. I don't look pregnant. I just look like an actual pear with legs. You try looking pretty when you're a Bartlett of some kind. It doesn't happen. Certain bunny-like persons say I should go back to HaloScan, which I had once and had problems with. Thoughts? You can email me if you hate the blogger comment thing.