To each his own. To me my own.

Tax man strikes again

There’s nothing like coming into work with work actually in your box to do and a big ole’ pipin’ hot bowl of instant grits waiting on ya. Okay, that last part’s a southern thing, and since it’s already been made apparent that I’m easy to please, none of this should come as a surprise.

Everything is SO green outside – huge difference from the dull dead winter look. Here’s a view from the southwest window of my office. The geese must still be sleeping, or bathing somewhere.

Mailed my taxes off yesterday. Did I mention I owe over $1200 in taxes for last year? I have no idea how… and it ruined the majority of my Sunday last weekend. My tax advisor did tell me to change my exemptions from one back to zero from here on out, which I promptly did Monday. So the question of the day is, do I have a check for the amount in full mailed along with my taxes? Hell no. The good ole’ IRS is getting a nicely typed letter requesting stating that I will need to arrange a payment schedule. Hey, what else can I do? It’s not like there’s $1200 just sitting around a fire singing Kumbaya for me to nab.

The old ‘blood from a turnip’ saying comes to mind.

Don’t even get me started.

I got this part wrong when I first posted the blog so I’m making a correction. A while back my Mother did some genealogy research (looking up of ancestors/roots), and one side is from England and the other from Ireland. Anywho, one was a damn tax collector. I initially said the tax collector was of English origin but he was actually Irish.

I like most Americans am eagerly anticipating the weekend. A dear friend is having a 50th birthday party, and I’m looking forward to that. Also a few errands to run in between, but that’s par for the course. I won’t get all gushy and talk about looking forward to see my guy – oh well, guess I just did. He’s been crazy busy this week – and I’ll just say I’m very proud of him and leave it at that. 😉

Bon-thought for the day:
My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.

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