let sleeping olives lie

Thanks to the good graces of my neighbor, I have finished filing my taxes.  The only internet I get these days is at the office (or on the road) and the powers that be installed some block so that employees could not use their laptops to file online.  Uhm...ask me to travel, work on weekends (without any additional vaca or personal time given in return)...and then block my shit?  Whatever.  I've finished filing both fed and state (hoorah!) and that's off my plate.  This is the latest I've filed in years (mainly due to the lack of access) and I was beginning to sweat getting it done it time.

That said, while online, I took the time to check on a few things (I can't access my email...I've forgotten my password...it's automatically saved on my laptop so I never have to remember it....and really, do I have the capacity to remember every single login ID and password for every single freaking site?  Uhm...no.)

Anyway, while I've been working and even now, Olive is half conked out on the couch.  She's fighting it mightly, but she really has been half asleep this entire time.  It's hysterical.  Folks rarely see her without the wind in her sails.  To them, she's the most animated, active pooch on the planet.  Of course, I know that she saves it up for folks.  With me, she'll nap for hours or chill on the couch.  We still have our hours full of catch and roll the ball under the couch, but really, it's amazing how she craps out for hours that nobody else ever sees. As I mentioned to my neighbor today, it's like she stores it up for other folks. 

I mean, she knows she's already won me over.  Why work so hard?  Truly, the apple falls not far from the tree.