for the birds, baby

Ka-Thud - and it is Thursday, March - am i out of it - April 7, 2006. And I almost go for "19--" for the year. yes - I am out of it.
Tomorrow we resume our quest for some sort of results with Chapter 7. No, this ain't no novel - this is the Great American search for financial resolve. Debt. And taxes. No escape, but we'll see what this will bring to an end. Our attorney is a sweet, demure, soft spoken gal years younger than the mental images produced by having gotten a description from my neighbor, Tim, who used her services for this exact same purpose some time ago.
How deep is my love? Nah, wrong song, Maestro - how deep is my debt? If this were some kind of quicksand, let's be real; we're in way over our head.
And the fat lady is still warming up in the wings.
La la la la. Hit it.