Tax Day: Can You Hear the Loud Sucking Noise from Where You are Too?

Ahh, just got off the phone with a client. He says it’s “friggin tax day.” And here I thought I was the only one so enamored today! Wayne held my hand while I compiled all the papers and printed off what we needed and scanned in what we were sending off. He helped me DO the taxes this weekend, and managed to keep a pleasant demeanor as I cursed and made huge sweeping (negative) statements about everything under the sun.

I really rolled in the negativity. Writing out those checks was excruciating. My client told me he never actually signs the checks, he has someone else do it. Somehow, I don’t think that would have made it any easier. I do, however, think that next year I may get someone else to do my taxes. I’ve always done my own taxes. Always. But, in the vein of finding more happiness and less angst in my life… maybe it’s time to make a change.

Now, to do a bit of client work before taking my daughter to get her first cavity filled. It’s hard being 8 and having to skip all sweets until a tooth is filled, but those are the rules here. (It’s particularly hard when the appointment can’t be made until AFTER the sweet-laden Easter baskets are received.) Natural consequences are tough stuff, eh?

Personally, I think I’ll go buy a half a pound of organic dark chocolate and several bottles of imported spring water to celebrate the completion of the taxes. Of course, it would help if I had some of the money I just sent off to the government. Sigh.

Hope everyone is having a great day today… and getting refunds instead of paying Uncle Sam.

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