To Sir *snort* With Love

Yesterday was errand day-I had to go to the dentist, get my oil changed, visit with my mother in law for awhile for her birthday.  I'm not sure if anyone knows which one it actually was-the Innocent Bystander asked me, and I had no idea.  She said my brother in law Frankie asked her how it felt to be 82 and she said she felt pretty good, but that she thinks she's only 78.  Hard to tell, because she still has plenty of zip left-I picked her up from the Wellness Center, which she goes to three times a week to work out.

I went to my pregnacious little hairdresser this morning to get my roots done, and actually made an appointment for next month in advance as I don't want to forget and go on my trip with a skunk stripe down my part.  Planning ahead.  So unlike me...

I've been having this recurring nightmare lately.  I am going on a trip (go figure) and it is the day before I am supposed to leave and I still have a million things to do.  My passport is still in the safe so I have to go get it, I need to write down my confirmation number so I can check in when I get to the airport which means I have to get into my saved mail to retrieve it.  This along with trying to find some fucking red panties that won't ride up my ass -I am not allowed to fly unless I am wearing red panties.  (In case the plane goes down?  Look for the chubby fishbelly white assed body floating in the water in bright red knickers.  That will be me.  The only reason I go along with it is because if I have to, so does he.  He's cute in red panties.)

Anyway, in the dream, I am in Gulfport dropping off the birds early, planning on going and doing all this stuff when I am done, but I keep getting distracted.  Every time I get online, something pressing catches my attention and I forget what I got on for, and sign off without getting my confirmation number.  I get all packed and head to the airport only to remember as I get there that I forgot my passport, so I have to go all the way back to Pascagoula to get it, which is okay in the dream, because I always leave plenty of time for major malfunctions because that is just how I am.  So I go get my passport and make it back to Mobile and am running around trying to find the international terminal.  When I finally find it and get to a ticket agent, they tell me that my flight is on time, but that it is leaving out of GULFPORT, not Mobile.  I wake up shaking, ready to throw up.

Now, couple this with our trip to the taxman.  Uck Fay Ee May in the Ass Ay.  Twice.  Talk about wanting to throw up!  This is the first time that we really NEEDED to be able to itemize because we had to file as self employed, but because we didn't have enough reciepts to make it worthwhile, we had to file the standard deduction crap, which means we had to write a check that seemed like it should cover the national debt.  On the bright side, we (don't you just love how I keep using 'we' like I had anything to do with it?) had thought far enough ahead to save enough to cover said check, so fortunately, we ain't gonna have to sell the farm, but still-I just know that if I were a better record keeper we probably could have kept some of that money.

So.  (This is the part where the IB's mental, if not physical, willie is going to get a major boner right before your very eyes if you happen to be reading this at the same time he is.  Nothing excites him as much as ORGANIZATION.)  I went out and bought an accordion file and have organized all of our receipts, EOBs, insurance and bank statements etc.  AND (insert MAJOR drum roll here) I made a LIST.  I have both an ongoing list of crap I need to accomplish in the next few days, and a master list of chit I need to get done prior to the trip.  Before you know it, I will need a list of my lists.  I can just imagine the blissful smile on the IB's face right now.  I've gone over to the other side.  *shakes head*