You don’t even want to read the rest of this post after seeing the title. Do you? DO YOU?
I love putting things off until the last-minute.
I just want to write about my amazing trip to Malaysia and post up pictures and talk about hiking through the oldest rain forest in the world and snorkeling (FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER) and laying on the beach , and going to the movies three nights in a row (now that is a vacation!), and attending a fantastic teaching conference, EARCOS, and meeting Geoff Green, who has been to Antarctica SEVENTY-NINE times (dude, just stop counting, but really-I would count too), and getting a foot massage (WHO KNEW they were so painful and why did no one warn me?)…
But instead I am thinking about… TAXES. Which is the equivalent to DEATH in my brain. Especially when living overseas. Can someone help me? PLEASE?