It happens every year.
I dread this time of year all. year. long.
Everytime I drive by one of those guys wearing a Statue of Libery costume, flippin’ a “We do your taxes so you don’t have to” sign… my stomach churns and I get chest pains.
Don’t we wish I was exaggerating.
Chest pains.
How do I cope? I prepare for the tax season throughout the year by shoving receipts and important documents
in a basket.
And then…
Please ignore the stains on the carpet.
I choose to think my floor has character when there are stains on it. Hitherhencetofore, my floor has a great deal-o-character.
I do have CPA who will make sense of all this, but first I must sort through the paperness of 2011.
You’d think I’d be all software or Excel spreadsheet savvy.
Noooooooope.
Pen. Paper. and a calculator.
Then I close my eyes, plug my nose and give my scribbles to my beloved and much adored CPA. Along with my apologies.
I might as well deliver my papers to her in a horse-drawn carriage.
To all my fellow United States of Americans… best of luck, Godspeed and may the math be on your side.
Igh. Math. *gag*
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