I found out earlier this week that your favourite friendly neighbourhood accountant (that's me) was voted a Platinum Winner in this year's Toronto Star Readers Choice Awards. Doesn't come with a fancy statue or a chunk of money (I wish) but it is the second time I've won (last time was in 2020; I sat out the 2021 awards). I think it's cool. Thank you to everyone who voted for me!
“Oh damn! The lightbulb on my sewing machine’s burnt out!” she said. “Uh, OK”, I said, “So what’s the problem?” “No light, no sewing. We need a new one.” “New bulb or new machine?” That’s when I got hit with the full force of the famous SpousalOverunit StinkEye™.
I don’t think my son knows who Crosby Stills and Nash are. I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t recognize the opening lines of Suite: Judy Blue Eyes (yes, it’s playing while I write) but they were running through my mind the other day.
I was doing yard work a couple of weeks ago. There I was in the backyard, slathered in sunscreen, on my knees, pulling the weeds under the deck and in…
I was a bit taken aback when Thomas Wu asked me that question on his Koyoti Small Business Podcast (KSBP) a couple of weeks ago. Thomas and I talked about THAT, along with our shared passion for fountain pens (and why I love using them), his love-hate relationship with my website, and why I don’t prepare taxes (not even my own). (Oh and yes, I did answer his question, but you’ll have to tune into the podcast to hear it!)
“I owe HOW much in HST? You’ve got to be kidding – I don’t have that in the bank”. My client stared at the report in shock. We had finally straightened out his past-due federal Harmonized Sales Tax (HST) return. Now that he knew what he owed – he needed to figure out how he was going to pay it–since he’d already spent the money he’d collected. Oops.
“Go Jays Go!” reverberated through my living room this past Sunday, along with "Home Run! Blue Jays! It's outta here! YES!" And for a short while, everything was exciting in front of the TV screen. My Boys of Summer (the Toronto Blue Jays) were beating Baltimore’s team...
So there I was, pushing the shopping cart down the aisles at No Frills while Gail pondered our next purchase.. When THAT song came over the speakers at the store. Nope, not one that makes me cry.