I spent the biggest part of my Sunday getting all my tax stuff together to take to the accountant. People, the mere mention of “IRS” and my palms instantly sweat and my heart races. The government bleeds me dry.
I see people getting back these large tax checks — bragging about “paying their taxes” while getting back more than they pay in — while I look at my payroll checks and want to sob. I haven’t come close to sniffing a tax RETURN in 40 years! I also see people getting government assistance (MY tax dollars) talking on new iPhones when my frugal self won’t spend for an upgrade. I’m pretty sure I’d be better off selling everything I own (I would bury any proceeds in a coffee can in the yard of my run-down blue house trailer I would rent from someone that loves paying taxes) and just let my government take care of me.
No sense worrying over something I can’t change. The bottom line my accountant will spring on me — after charging me for a required (in my case) service just so I can give my government more money than one person should have to pay — will not change no matter how much I fret about it.
I’ve found the one thing that helps me to forget about all the world’s problems… even for a short time… is FOOD with those I love most. Belly up!
