Remember when you were a kid and thought that growing up was all about drinking wine and kissing and having no one make you go to bed when you wanted to stay up and watch TV?I swear, if I had known that it really meant being responsible and taking care of myself, I would've made like Donnie on Just Shoot Me, and faked brain damage to avoid it all.
Are you surprised to find out that I spent an hour at the bank, deciding on options to deal with topping up 2006's tax year's RSP contribution?
Chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot piiiieeee......
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