A Taxing Morning

Wednesday Dec 21st –

 

 

 

We set Mike to work that morning, getting him to prepare the dinner for that nightπŸ˜‹
He’s that slow 😏

No, not so much slow as overly precise in his chopping/measuring and he enjoys using every counter space 😜
Hey, neither mom nor I had to cook though so really, what’s a little extra mess?

Becca had gotten him the ingredients to make the Dutch chicken dish and we would be in town throughout most of the day so we needed a readied supper for once we got back.

We enjoyed a moose meat smoke (compliments of the bro’s hunting) for lunch before we headed to town and dropped off mom so she could go enjoy a massage while we did the errands πŸ˜‹
One of which was to purchase the parents some new speakers so it wouldn’t sound like some awful trumpet player was playing loudly in everything they listened to 😜🎺

In one small store Mike was giving a sales pitch for a product he doesn’t even sell yet himself and as we left the store I laughed at how he just couldn’t help himself.
He said that was true and I should be happy he hadn’t tried to sell me yet!
The turd head 😏

Town was finished with and we headed back home where mom made us some tasty Clamato juice to sip on pre Mikes supper.

Which was very good πŸ˜‰

 

 

Maybe a tad too onion-ish/curry-ish for some of us, but we aren’t ones who fear trying new and for Mike to have made it for us meant it was appreciated either way ☺️

 

 

 
Thursday Dec 22nd –

 

 

 

Taxes and GST and one very aggravating phone call made up our morning.
We had to call to figure out some number stuff/give information that the government was asking for since our marriage hadn’t been reported soon enough during assessments.

No biggy right?

Wrong.

Since I’m rarely here and well taken care of by my mother, she looks after my book work and what needs to go where, therefore I didn’t know the answers to the security questions the lady was asking.
She proceeded to tell me to ‘tell your mother to stop giving me the answers, that’s illegal and I will have to hang up’. 😑
Sorry that I wasn’t aware of what tax accountant my family uses lady! πŸ™„

All in all, it was not a nice start to our day and we were all in a rather non delightful mood afterwords.

Our day cheered up when we got a phone call saying our niece Emily wanted to invite us over for lunch πŸ˜‰

Her meal choice was shrimp and soup, a choice we think she didn’t realize the consequences of because shrimp isn’t her thing but hey, the rest of us liked it πŸ˜‹

We visited there for a while and I was honoured to receive some newspaper wrapped presents (wrapped and chosen by Emily herself I’m sureπŸ˜‰).

I was super happy to get a set of watercolor markers, ones I truly needed and had been trying to decide which to getπŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ–Š

Some macaroons, a photo of Emily and a few other goodies filled the bag and it seems like I’m the spoiled Aunty more so than spoiling the niece πŸ˜‹πŸ’•

Once we got back to the house it was time for me to test my markers, mom to write her daily things out and Mike to complete his car drawing that will go in the kids play room here. 

They both succeeded better than I 😬

Supper was taco salad and then Mom, Dad and Mike went out for Thursday night pickle ball and I stayed at the house.

Not ready for that much excitement 😜

No, I stayed back and straightened up a little and then sat down to test my markers until they returned 😊

Upon which return we ventured downstairs to watch a movie and have a listen to what the new speakers sounded like.
The speakers worked good… the movie was about 2.5 hours too long.
Full of confusion and no point in the end 😜

Much like that mornings phone call…

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

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