Years ago, when I was teaching my brother how to drive, we racked up many miles in my
school bus yellow 1975 VW Beetle.
Many times, he'd be driving between rows of parked cars, or passing huge trucks on the highway and I'd squeeze my bum cheeks together, HARD, as if that would make the car smaller?!?
Once we got through the tight squeeze, I'd always tell him, "I was squeezing my bum cheeks together!"
After a while, when one of us wanted to show support for each other, we'd say, "I'm squeezing my bum cheeks for you!"
Family tradition...
This morning, I booted up the 'ol computer,
balanced my checking account...
Paid my bills...
Checked my credit report to make sure someone wasn't spending all the money I don't have...
...and...
Squeezed my bum cheeks and...
Did my taxes!
Believe me, because I had some pretty new (to me) things going on this year, I wasn't sure how things would go...
All I can say is all that squeezing worked. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be!
~whew~
How about you? Did you do your taxes yet? Need me to squeeze for you? Let me know!
Back soon. Dinner tonight with one of Mark's high school friends and his wife. I'm excited, they make me feel so warm and fuzzy.
Until then, go out and be a blessing in someone's life.
Love ya,
Jan
