The Lost Goat

Ever seen a lost goat? When a goat thinks it is lost, it runs around in a panic, screaming madly for the herd. I've seen goats step around the barn, lose line of sight on the other goats, and run around like this for fifteen minutes before figuring out the herd is only a few feet away. The herd ignores the panicked goat entirely, unless the lost goat is young enough for its mama to care. As a lost goat, where better to find other goats than on the seemingly endless plain of the blogosphere?

Thursday, March 1, 2012

A Completely Legal Way to Get a Giant Tax Refund!

Give birth to twins at the end of the year. (Hey, I never said it was frugal)

Our tax refunds (fed and state) hit our account today. With them and the money I have saved over the past few months, I can top off our 2011 Roths and still have a 6 month bare-bones emergency fund!

I'm going to skip the details on the end of February's challenge (no more cleaning accomplished) and I'll give out Libester Blog Awards (thanks Allison) next week, because I am totally zoinked. My uncle is in the hospital, my mom is managing his care, and I am managing the preparation for the 30 person luncheon she is giving on Saturday (agreed to long before my uncle got sick). Bed time for me!