Yeah, I know. I told him that. (Or, actually, Emily pointed it out while I was on the phone with him.) I put the link in my favorites, so maybe he'll decide to do that tomorrow instead.
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Okay. You know, I would have done them for you. I like doing taxes. I used to do my parents' taxes all the time. Back when you had to file in the snow, uphill both ways, without a keyboard.
Hee! Thanks, you. We'll get them done tomorrow, either way. And they're taking me out to brunch at this new place we found last week, that they loved. So, bonus!
Aw, you guys are making me feel guilty for not doing my taxes. Not that I won't, but I feel like I should be joyfully flinging paperwork left and right, digging up old receipts (that haven't even been filed yet), sweating out the number crunching with pencil and paper (but no eraser or calculator), and otherwise cackling cheerfully like Scrooge over the way I'm going to get the guberment to give! me! back! my! money!
Actually, it's on my agenda for the weekend, whether or not I actually get around to doing it is another matter.
and otherwise cackling cheerfully like Scrooge over the way I'm going to get the guberment to give! me! back! my! money!
Why did my first thought go to Scrooge McDuck? I was picturing you rowing a boat through a silo filed with gold coins....
Come to think of it, Scrooge McDuck doesn't cackle, does he?
Why did my first thought go to Scrooge McDuck? I was picturing you rowing a boat through a silo filed with gold coins....
Bwah! Closer to my imagination than anything else I pictured.
As a kid, I was confused by Scrooge McDuck's silo full of gold coins - I thought, "Why doesn't he put that money in the bank so it can earn interest?"
Damn, now I'm trying to remember how old I was when I was thinking that... I'm guessing around 10....
I'm pretty sure Scrooge would cackle if he thought there was money in it.
I'll probably do my taxes tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it, what with the interstate move and all that. Then again, I'm laid up with a nasty chest cold, so there's not much else I can do.
I suppose you have to file state taxes in two different states, Anne? Ugh. That doesn't sound like fun at all.