Old house closes today, fingers crossed there’s no more weirdness…
So my tax issue is dumb: we both got letters from CRA saying we didn’t pay our HST (sales tax) instalments back in April and we should do that soon so we’d stop incurring penalty interest, except I absolutely DID pay them and I have the bank receipts (fortunately I found the box that had them, was a little freaked for a bit that I wouldn’t be able to since most of the old office in random boxes shoved in the new furnace room…) Fortunately, our accountant gets the fun times of following up with this, apparently the CRA does on occasion “lose” or “misfile” or on occasion just “randomly holds up transfers for no discernible reason” and it takes about 30 days to “trace” a payment…right.
TEXT:
Steven glared at her as she wiped her fur with her filthy sock “arm”. She looked dejectedly at her grimy sock, then glared at Sara. “I’m going to stomp you into a pulp.”
Cara jumped in between. “Wait! We know a guy that can get you a new arm!”
Steven canted her head, ears still back. “What?”
Fresh tears flowed as Cara jumped all in, “Would you like a new arm? He can make you one! He can make you many! Do you have a favourite colour? Colours? What about fabric? Would you like a silk arm? Maybe a nice warm flannel?”
Steven’s ears pricked. She shifted her huge bulk back, unconsciously giving them space. Sara’s abused neck wheezed a grateful breath as Steven’s expression turned from thunderous to something softer. Was that wonder? Her whole demeanour softened as she spoke in an almost tremulous voice. “You can get me a teal coloured arm in silk? Shiny silk?”
Cara stood carefully in front of Sara and Murder. “The shiniest silk credit card fraud can finagle. And teal would be a beautiful colour on you.”