I just want to point out that I'm now writing my 56th post. All in 56 days. And so I'm on track. (But we won't mention the two times I cheated and wrote two posts in one day and then changed the date on the first post to reflect the previous, missed day. So. Well, whatever, I still wrote them. And 56 still adds up to 56.)
Um, tomorrow, taxes are due. And I've put it off this year, thinking I shouldn't have to go through that nonsense because I didn't really have income. Besides a measly amount of earnings from some savings accounts. But it's measly. I mean measly. But you are supposed to file, and so I will because tomorrow is tax day and everything is due. And it will take me all of thirty minutes, at the tippy top very most, to get online and finish the task.
Did I mention how I didn't earn a dime from working last year? Or that I didn't have a job? Or that I still don't?
Maybe I delayed this for so long because it was just to hard to remind myself of it. Maybe I just thought, well, since I won't be paying over anything, what's the use? And then I remembered that I am a citizen and we are supposed to file and then I am an attorney, so I should know better. Blasted taxes and the blasted law! Ha...just kidding IRS. I heart you :)!
And what am I griping about because it is all of 30 minutes (but probably only ten) of my...hmmm...obligation free time? It's just that I don't want to be reminded that I don't have a job. BLAH! And then I suppose if I did have a job, I'd be looking at my tax forms and wondering how in the world the government took all my money. That and I would have done my taxes in January because, well, that whole tax refund thing.
Welp...there is nothing for it, Samwise Gamgee. I just have to bite the bullet. But it does have me thinking about what the world would be like if we just all had to live off the fat of the land. Grow our own food, build our own houses, live like we were in Little House on the Prairie. And never pay taxes because that's what everyone else was doing. Running their own lives, that is. Did I mention my love for the IRS and the tax man? And the government? And our splendiforous economy? I have so much love to go around!
But still, Little House sounds sort of heavenly right now...although I'm pretty sure I'd be cursing the heat in the summer or the cold in the winter, wishing for indoor plumbing, wanting a car to get to the Walmart. And maybe Laura Ingles and her Pa had to pay taxes, too. Well, of course they did. I mean, taxes have been around since the beginning of time. I just don't know how the good old IRS worked back in those days. What were they taxed on, anyway, is what I'd like to know. And maybe I'll take my tax liability if it means I get central air conditioning here in the TXas summer. Because, well, have you been in TXas in the summer? It's hotter than the blazes of hell fire is what. And that's pretty hot, folks, pretty hot indeed!
So here is to this year...to finding a job and paying my taxes! May all my job and tax wishes come true!
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