stuff and numbers
Today was the one year anniversary of the night I fell for boy X. I commemorated the evening by doing my taxes. Twelve hours into it, during my break, I raided the cabinets for a drink, propped my feet on the coffee table, leaned over to Zosia, and said wryly, “Do you remember that dinner where X and I stared into each other’s eyes and said ‘what are we going to DO ?’ “Yeah?” she said. “I’m writing it off as a tax deduction.” “Hmmm, “ Zosia said. “How much was the dinner?” Then it occurred to her. “Priceless!”