That's what Homer Simpson would say, . . . ummmm, hamburger. He also says the same thing about beer. . . ummmm, beer......
Lunch today with a friend. The place we're meeting at cooks up great burgers. We'll eat, drink a couple of beers, chat and then drive home hoping we're both blow well under .08 if stopped by one of Cowtown's finest. Damn, that would be embarrasing.
I love days like this . . . not much going, taking it easy, no hassles, just living the good life. The only thing to screw up this day is the on going task of organizing all of the 2010 tax information for our accountant. There's a bunch. This year it has to be perfect for I have the sense that we'll be audited. Forget to dot one i or cross one T there's a stiff fine for those mistakes.
Maybe I should buddy up with the local IRS guys so at least they'll know me should an audit be called for. We could go have burgers and beer. I'd buy. I'd also make certain they'd drink one too many, arrange for one of my cop pals to pull the guy over. He'd blow way over .08. I'd see to that. Then I'd have the goods on him. I'd rat the guy out to his superiors but that would happen unless he totally glossed over my tax audit. Yeah, I'd do that.
Isn't that the American way of doing business?