The exercise:
Today we write about: the accountant.
Kat and I are taking our tax information to an accountant tomorrow, as I'm finding all the farm stuff rather confusing. Hopefully I can learn a thing or two this year and then I can take care of it from here on out.
Mine:
Brown pants strangle skinny legs.
White short sleeve button-up shirt
Fails to contain bony arms.
Up top: hair the shade of dirt.
I want to turn to my wife,
Say: Let's find someone else, hun.
But that's not really a choice,
Now that he's produced his gun.
