Death and Taxes

It is said that there are only two things certain in this world:  Death and Taxes.  Today was spent with the latter.  Even with the lovely invention of e-file taxes are a pain.  They would actually have been easier to do on paper, but then you don't get the advantage of early filing, quicker payment of your refund.  And I discovered too late that Virginia doesn't provide i-file any longer.  The problem here was that I had filed a free Federal Return already, planning to i-file with the Virgina, and then was left out in the rain with no ability to file a free state return without filing the federal which I had already filed!  So, I had to download the paper forms, the instructions and the patience to wade through all that and paper file my state return.  Bummer and a half.  And for some reason Adobe Reader had disappeared from my computer and I had to download that in order to view and print out my federal copy.  Does anyone want to guess how long that takes to download on dial-up?  Whatever you guessed, you were under by hours.  I could have driven to Norfolk and looked at the Ocean in the time it took.  But, it's done, thank goodness. 

That leaves Death.  Tomorrow afternoon, after I come back from trying to assist people with their search for everlasting life, I will bring death to Good Enough Farm.  It is time to slaughter the rabbits.  I know, I've put it off, but the truth is the tipping point was realizing how much feed they are going through.  Mercenary thing, aren't I?  So, to put a stop to all this unwanted consumption there is only one solution.  Four rabbits must be sacrificed for the good of my wallet.  Thankfully, the four in question separated themselves with their Father in what shall come to be known as the "Butcher Pen", and all I had to do was block the door.  So, we'll take pictures, or not, and let you know how that turns out. 

And, lastly, for those following The Epic of Echo, she has seemed to settle at last into her new role as Auntie Echo.  Though she in not the sort of Auntie who gives you toffees out of her purse, or has a lace hankie for you to blow your nose.  She is more the sort of Auntie who hisses, "Go Away, Kid, You Bother Me" under her breath when your parents are not listening.  But I haven't seen her rocking in a chair with a butcher knife yet so we may be safe.  Although if she had a butcher knife maybe she could help me out with the rabbits.  Oh well......