In the living room with a blanket strew behind me. My hair pushed up in frizzy, frustrated, clumps. Papers in messy piles around me. Little bits of receipts flying everywhere. Paul walks in.
“I can’t figure out these taxes!? What the hell??? I don’t know how to do this!!”
“Yup. That’s why I have a tax guy.”
“What is total w/h Pmts? A carry over worksheet? What in God’s name???”
“God has nothing to do with taxes”
God certainly doesn’t. Finally finished filing today. Cost me $60 to file with turbotax. What the hell? That’s so expensive.
I think I’m doing it wrong.