March
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| Don’t Forget to Get your GREEN on |
Daily Observances
1st- National Pig Day
3rd- If Pets Had Thumbs Day (Oh dear goodness could you imagine!!)
9th- !!!! Panic Day !!!!
10th- Employee Appreciation Day
12th- Stop Smoking Day
17th- Saint Patrick’s Day
21st- Flower Day
30th- Doctor’s Day
Week Long Observances
Pet Sitters Week
Girl Scout Week
Procrastination Week
Chocolate Week
Egg Salad Week
Month Long Observances
Cataract Awareness Month
Chronic Fatigue Syndrome Awareness Month
Deaf History Month
Feminine Empowerment Month
Peanut Month
Red Cross Month
Talk with your Teen about Sex Month
Youth Art Month
Birthstone: Aquamarine and Bloodstone
Flower: Jonquil
Zodiacs: Pisces and Aries
And because I couldn’t Help it…
TAX POEM
Tax his land, tax his wage,
Tax his bed in which he lays.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule,
Teach him taxes is the rule.
Tax his cow, tax his goat,
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirts,
Tax his work, tax his dirt.
Tax his chew, tax his smoke,
Teach him taxes are no joke.
Tax his car, tax his ass
Tax the roads he must pass.
Tax his tobacco, tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his booze, tax his beers,
If he cries, tax his tears.
Tax his bills, tax his gas,
Tax his notes, tax his cash.
Tax him good and let him know
That after taxes, he has no dough.
If he hollers, tax him more,
Tax him until he’s good and sore.
Tax his coffin, tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he lays.
Put these words upon his tomb,
“Taxes drove me to my doom!”
And when he’s gone, we won’t relax,
We’ll still be after the inheritance TAX!
Tax his land, tax his wage,
Tax his bed in which he lays.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule,
Teach him taxes is the rule.
Tax his cow, tax his goat,
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirts,
Tax his work, tax his dirt.
Tax his chew, tax his smoke,
Teach him taxes are no joke.
Tax his car, tax his ass
Tax the roads he must pass.
Tax his tobacco, tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his booze, tax his beers,
If he cries, tax his tears.
Tax his bills, tax his gas,
Tax his notes, tax his cash.
Tax him good and let him know
That after taxes, he has no dough.
If he hollers, tax him more,
Tax him until he’s good and sore.
Tax his coffin, tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he lays.
Put these words upon his tomb,
“Taxes drove me to my doom!”
And when he’s gone, we won’t relax,
We’ll still be after the inheritance TAX!
~ Thanks for Stopping by!!
~ Jenn aka. Mom
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~Sensually Yours~
Shy Willow