Today’s my birthday. Even worse, it’s Tax Day. I’ve always hated that. As I tweeted just a little while ago, if one more person says to me, “Oh, you’re a tax baby!” I’m gonna slug ‘em!

Screw the IRS, this is *MY* day!

However, according to Beth, today is also known as Buy A Gun Day. I can dig that!

“Democrats believe every day is April 15. Republicans believe that every day is July 4.” — Ronald Reagan

There … feelin’ happy. Now how ’bout we celebrate with a little song?

Lyrics: (courtesy of Moron Pundit)

I want to keep my money
And give away absolutely nothing
To the government who moderates my spending
and obliterates depending on what time of the year
brutality is near

in the form of income tax
I’d rather take a fucking ax
to my face, blow up this place

with you all in it, I’d do it in a minute

If I could write off your murder
I’d save all of my receipts
because I’d rather you be dead
than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year

I’d rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home
I’d rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant

I’d rather you be dead
I’d rather you be dead

Prepare the laser-beam
I’m gonna use it tonight

Engage the laser-beam
It’s gonna end your life

I’m gonna use it tonight

If I could write off your murder
I’d save all of my receipts
because I’d rather you be dead
than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year

I’d rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home
I’d rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant.

Big thanks to Beth for the reminder. I love love *LOVE* Metalocalypse!

Today’s funny comes courtesy of Cute Overload:

I snagged this from my Cotillion sister, Right Wing Sparkle, and had a good laugh over breakfast this morning.

This was posted to Stuff on My Cat a little while ago …

… it might be a good idea to lock your screen doors and hide the birdies and fishies! Yikes!

I read lots of “cute” blogs every day, from Cute Overload to I Can Has Cheezburger. I get “cute” videos via RSS from YouTube and other various sources. Jim laughs and shakes his head whenever something strikes me as REALLY funny and I’m rolling in my chair.

Of course, I share all the REALLY cute content with him. (read: I subject him to the painful cuteness! LOL)

Somehow last night we got on the subject of pets. I told him that I missed having a pet. I’ve been nagging him for a while (as has Jessie) to perhaps get another dog (or two, or three, or ten, … ) once we get a bigger place. He starts with the “they’re expensive, you’ll have to buy more food, yada yada yada, blah blah blah” spiel. I remember what it was like to have those responsibilities. I think sometimes he forgets that I grew up where it was normal to have dogs, cats, birds, fish, frogs, etc. as pets. (ALL AT ONCE!) It was no big deal to pick up goat feed and dog supplies and get gas all in the same shop.

So anyways … Jess and I will keep nagging away until he gives in.