Give you da' business...

After taking a week longer than it should have, I literally sat with our business' accountant today for an hour while she called our wonderful federal government. Everything administrational has been on hold waiting for one stupid number that now carries the weight of a deity. The FEIN number. (Cue the chorus of fuckin' angels here. Because when that number arrives... Its the mutha'lovin' second coming, baby! Mu'fuckin' Glory-To-Gawd-AwMighty accompanies that fuckin' set of digits!!!)

You would think that the IRS would have better customer service in this day and age. Especially since we're trying to jump start our economy... Ya know? Little help here? Can't a brutha get a table dance?! Answer the fuckin' phone maybe?!!! Mope recorded message (once navigating the menu that rivaled Columbus' first crossing) said there was an approximate 15 minute wait. The wait was approximately 40 minutes (+/- 2 mins). After the accountant spoke with the agent for several minutes, I was put on the phone. Then I was put on hold for 10 more minutes.

BUT!... (a hush came over the entire Romney valley area) ...
The number was revealed. I'm pretty sure it was God himself who uttered the number.
Laws yes... God his self!

So lady and/or gentleman, this is but a wee speed bump in all the hootin' fuckin' hoopla-o-fun... FUN!... that we've been experiencing at Courthouse Corner Cafe' ... LLC ... With HONORS!

No pics today... Now... Go away!