Worst. Rapture. Ever.

At least the last rapture had that dude in a tophat, and a goat.

My income has been weird for a number of years due to intermittently being on state disability or SSDI or having an FSA account or old dotcom stock from when I worked in that or releasing an album that hasn't even gone into the black yet. A lot of people would find that stuff pretty simple but I get really intimidated by it.

I didn't realize I qualified for earned income and such until I ran my taxes through Turbo Tax. There's a few thousand of refunds I've missed over the years.

Wouldn't a liveblog of the Rapture be pretty short?

11:01 am - Ok, Rapture time! Hey look, a white ligh---

You can probably refile the last couple of years. After three years I think you're SOL though.

Timelies all!

No Rapture here. Of course, I was in synagogue this evening....

Wouldn't a liveblog of the Rapture be pretty short?

See, I think a liveblog would be more fun if, you know, they got their calculations wrong and there was no rapture.

11:01 am - Rapture time!
12:30 pm - still waiting
1:55 pm Anyone seen anything happen?

etc....

And finally...

11:01 am (next day) - Fuck it - I'm gonna get drunk and have gay sex!

That reminds me: what do people do with their pay stubs? I just shred mine, but is there any reason to keep any?

Clark Howard says to always keep a copy of your most recent pay stub, but toss the rest. He also says toss utility bills and the like, but to keep copies of your actual tax documents and returns, plus anything that says you paid off a loan, forever. There's no actual limit as to how far back the IRS can audit or claim you didn't file a return.

We bought a pram second-hand when we lived in Germany, and used it for a bassinet the first week or two. The large wheels sneered at the foot-high curbs, and the leather-strap springs ate up the cobbled streets. It had a rain cover with a high flap to keep out the wind, and a cargo basket underneath. I did all my errands with the pram--library, bakery, grocer's, etc. For long trips the carriage bed removed from the base and went into the back seat. The base collapsed and went into the trunk--or was strapped to the roof of smaller cars. When the new baby came, we got a jump seat with supports that spanned the carriage bed, popped the little one into the bed, the old baby in the jump seat, and were off to the races again.

Once the new baby could sit up on his own, I had them sitting at each end of the bed facing each other, wrapped up with the carriage cover--the incredible two-headed baby!

I miss our pram. I should go thrifting for one. And find a baby to borrow.

plus anything that says you paid off a loan, forever.

Oh, that's a good thing to keep in mind.