It’s Pi day! It’s Pi day! And how did I celebrate?
By getting Pi-d in the face.
Not literally. Although that was literally what happened to the assistant principal at my school this morning. It was either him or the principal, whoever drew the least accurate circle by hand. I was even supposed to be the one measuring. I had my tape measure and lab coat at the ready for my scientific observations.
But alas, I missed it because I was busy getting Pi-d in the face, figuratively.
Lucky me, the first part of my day was spent with the IRS, trying to handle taxes from the last few years on behalf of my mom’s estate. After six months, a mountain of not-so-great guidance, and more phone calls than I can shake a stick at, I *think* I’ve cleared the hurdle. There may be more coming at me later (see: not-so-great guidance), but I’ll take what I can get for now.
But my day is not entirely Pi-less. A dear friend and colleague brought me a chocolate-cappucino whoopie pie. And if you don’t think I’m about to tuck into it heartily, you are sadly mistaken.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with a delicious baked good…
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Glad your day wasn’t completely pi-less. I am sure with the IRS everything went smoothly. After all, they are government.
Ha! After all they are government almost made me spit my coffee out. LOL
Glad you didn’t have to be pi-less! Sounds like a very very busy day!
I FORGOT ABOUT PI DAY – alas! Yesterday (3-14) I was joking with an enrichment group about how I learned to spell “friend” in school – by saying it as FRI-end. I call these students my FRI-ends. They mentioned it was FRI-day and later saw me in the hall with fries, which sent them over the edge – FRY-day. Now. If I’d only remembered it was Pi Day…the frenzy would have been exponential!
You really were literally Pi-d in the face with the (difficult, frustrating horrible) estate stuff – I am sorry and hope for you that the hurdles are cleared. For a while I worked for attorneys who managed estate trusts…never again! And that chocolate-cappucino whoopie pie has my mouth a’watering…