We all have them, those creepy little beasts who lie under our beds at night, or who hide in our closets waiting for the most inopportune time to emerge with a stupid grin.But as I've recently learned, they aren't all bad.
One of my monsters reappeared today. He wasn't under my bed. And he didn't emerge from my closet. No sir. This one came in the form of an envelope with "United States Treasury" expertly printed on the cover. You see, a couple months back I submitted my tax return for the year. And I'm not a Math person. I write. And I draw. And I sleep. So when my head started to hurt, I jotted down some numbers, included my W2s, and sent it off.
Today the monster arrived. I opened the envelope thinking I was about to pay away my life with money I do not have only to find the monster was to become my new best friend. A nice check ("cheque" for those of you who speak proper English) from the tax monster" and I'm amazed at just how quickly money really can buy you friends.
Now the fuzzy little monster and I are BFFs. We hang out together, drink Chardonnay together, take walks on the river side together.
Tomorrow I shall fold up my new monster friend and put him into my rapidly depleting bank account. But until then, we will cuddle up and watch TV, I'll feed him copious amounts of ice cream, and we'll joke together about just how disappointing the new Star Trek movie was.
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