Today is the day . . . my very
own tax day! And, per ever and
always, I'm a nervous wreck.
All year long, I keep meticulous
records, I label everything . . .
you have never even seen order
until you've seen my tax prep.
Anal that I am, I like to go thru
everything just one more time
before going to my appointment.
And there it is - that empty space
where my tax doc from the powers
at be should reside!!!
Nervous breakdown #1 . . . scan
though the piles a la quick and
dirty. Nervous breakdown #2 . . .
slow down, look carefully, peruse
everything. Nervous breakdown
#3 . . . phone my accountant.
Should I still come? Ask for a
continuance? What's going to
happen to me? Will I be fined?
Make no mistake . . . I'm running
on scared nigh onto death.
Going to go to my appointment
anyway and see if there's any
hope for moi and mine! Do visit
me should worse come to worse.
I hear the jails aren't as bad as
they used to be!
To be continued . . .
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