Paid our taxes today. Aargh.
Afterwards, kid came asking us to take her to the art store to buy her some clay -- that kind that bakes in the oven.
"I feel like making something with my hands," she explained wistfully.
"Sorry," I said. "George Bush just took all our money. Call your grandma. Maybe she has some left."
Think this was wrong of me?
(Like I care, so long as she GROWS UP TO HATE REPUBLICANS!!!)