Me a trendy monkey! Ook ook ook!

Since the office Christmas party is tonight, Carey decided that my current wardrobe is inadequate, so she took me out last night to get Gap-ified. Normally, I resist all that the Gap stands for: I have no illusions that 40 of those 60 dollars I'm plunking down for jeans goes toward anything other than expensive celebrity marketing. Nonetheless, I'm told they're nice clothes and, anyway, Carey likes how I look in them.

So we picked out a slimming little shirt-sweater-jeans combo and I tried not to wince too much at the price (even though they were supposedly on sale... kah!)

I dunno. I think I'm too fat and awkward for true trendiness. Carey disagrees, so I guess I'll take her word for it for the time being.
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IRS update:

Talked to Stephanie, who recommended the accountant to us. She's being audited. She has another friend who uses this accountant. Also audited.

Something's fishy!