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!
It’s a fact that there are people in this world that live for social media. (I notice it more on Facebook because I’m simply not a Twitter person.) To some, if something isn’t shared, it didn’t really happen. Just because I didn’t share the photo below on Facebook, is the ice-cream Coco’s eating real? Was she even at the festival where the ice-cream was served? Of course, that pink building isn’t in my yard and that ice-cream was amazing even if it didn’t make an appearance on social media.
And then, there are others that believe everything they read online… like Scott and King James co-authored the Holy Bible. You know they say if it’s on the Internet it must be true!
Preparing to have a new privacy fence installed takes a little preparation and I was lucky to have helpers. Perry manned the weedeater and Ben showed up to help right AFTER I cut my power cord with the hedge trimmer. Colette and Dharma could care less about fence or yard grooming. I guess it’s true — girls just wanna have fun.
