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.
Google is an enabler, that's no surprise, is it?
It enables me to try and answer my inner five-year-old with the random questions.
For example: "Can I re-use a turkey pop-up timer?"
Gah, taxes. I'm pretty sure I'll owe them money. Damn. That's not much incentive for getting them done, now is it?
