Sunday Confessions

There are times I want to curse on this blog, but I refrain, knowing I'll probably regret it, and I really don't like when people swear, unless it's warranted. And let's be honest, there are occasions it is.

This week is one of those weeks. I'd like to give a big eff-you to our government. Thanks for taking a grip out of my paycheck every month and then needing me to supply you even more to allocate god knows where. Probably some idiot's bathroom remodel. Strongly worded letters are my specialty but I have a feeling if I wrote one, it'd likely be viewed by someone's overworked and underpaid assistant who could only send me a courtesy "thanks for the correspondence!" note, or they'd come after me, claiming I have some secret millions in a Nigerian hedge fund. No, it's in snuggled in Switzerland, land of neutrality, cuckoo clocks, and chocolate, of course.