For those of you who think that April 16th is just another day, I will have you know you are wrong! As a child April 16th represented the day I got my dad back from the deep, dark pit of the tax accountant world. When you live with an accountant "tax season" is like the dark ages. Nothing is allowed to happen except work-no births, deaths, marriages, school plays, family outings etc. 12:01 on April 16th is the beginning of an exciting revolution. The days seem longer, the accountant comes home at normal hours, normal activities of life can resume, gardens are grown, playing catch with my dad and brothers in the front yard is reinstated. Every year my dad claims he won't go through the torture of tax season again, but every year we find ourselves loudly shouting our Ode to April 16th.
4 comments:
Hey Jenny, That is funny about your dad but I am sure so true!! Love all your last post. Way cool backpack. You are just so awesome. I love ya to death. Take care my little San Fran friend!!!
Jenny, It's Amber (found you off Lace's). Seriously don't know last time we saw each other. Fun to see what you are up to. Take care
isn't if funny how the day can still mean so much to you even though you haven't lived with your parents for a long time?
Great post! But I have an altogether different recollection of April 16...
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