I love to fly. I mean love. It is in my opinion the best way to travel. A few weeks ago Tim flew to Ft. Lewis, WA on business and I was uber jealous. I mean I know I had a wedding to shoot and all, but I could have still flown up there and back all in one day…right?? Right? My Dad on the other hand refuses to step foot on an airplane. He says that if he were meant to fly then God would have given him wings. Good point, I guess, but he has yet to experience the wonder that is air travel.
“C’mon Dad you have to fly down here to visit sometime. It’s so much faster than driving and you’ll love it I promise!”
“I don’t have to do anything. The only thing I have to do is pay taxes and die.”
And my Dad is so right on that one! haha Today I’ve been up to my neck in tax forms galore. I’m organizing everything for yet another meeting with my accountant. Thank goodness for CPA’s otherwise I would be taking care of this all by myself and probably end up in the looney bin from all the stress!
Credit: What the Duck
by lisette
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