Happy April 15th! I used to approach this day with mixed emotions. I missed (still do) my accountant, who I always included by name and with chosen profession in my many imaginary Academy Award speeches. Because in public I called him by his first name, and in private I called him dad, or more usually dad-dy.
I would delay gathering all the needed papers until the last minute–you know the $50 here, and the $700 there stuff, not forgetting receipts and all the other things I’m so horrible at organizing. Then at the last minute I would send the stuff to my newest accountant with a profuse note of apology. Fortunately I’m good at organizing the actual numbers and names that go with the numbers. However, I would procrastinate forever. It was very sad.
The accountant–except for the one who fired me as a client–would ask some questions that I wasn’t always able to answer. Then we would have to “research” the information. (Can’t believe that looking for an answer is called research these days,) and the accountant would have to put in the revised information. Somehow he would always get it back to me the day before Tax Day. Thanks Andrew–it’s been three years and you haven’t fired me yet!
I would run around after spending half hour at FedEx, forgetting that they don’t take Post Office Box numbers, and then would have to run to the post office where I would find out after an hour and fifty five minute wait, that I filled out an address label wrong–with me it’s always the small stuff that causes major heart problems.
Since I was going on what turned out to be a horrible vacation, I had to get everything together early. I had my return in hand last week, and since I was having a four hour oral surgery on Saturday and had major sinus problems decided to send it early. Just in case I died or something worse. I didn’t want to leave this for anybody else to have to deal with. Trust me, they’ll have plenty of other things to worry about.
I walked to the closest UPS store which accepts PO Box numbers, and in three minutes for a grand total of $2.14 had it sent.
This is the first April 15th in many a year that I haven’t wished that I were dead–and just for thinking that I’ll probably get audited. No I don’t wish for death. Like living too much. but a short term coma with no bad consequences always sounded good. Oh no, double audit.
I write on two other team blogs.
We’re having a theme day. Guess the theme and you might win the same lotto I’ve been winning every day for two months now. You know the almost illegible e-mail from some country where some person has decided…then again my e-bay account is being suspended. Received three of those e-mails yesterday!
I might actually sometimes worry about it if the e-mail wasn’t so illegible, and I had an e-bay account. Since I don’t….
Oh I’m in a good mood. The five weeks that I spend partially mourning for my father is over. I’ve survived six days–though I do have a bit of a fever, I don’t think that it’s going to turn into an infection.
Mostly I’m happy because I did almost everything that I had to do this week, last week.
Happy Tax Day, dad-dy, wherever you are!
I wonder if they have Tax accountants in heaven? I hope not, it will save your dad some grief and he can concentrate on watching over you 🙂
Wow – that is one cool layout and colour scheme you have on your site. Nice one.
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You sound like you had a busy day. You layout is absolutely smashing. 🙂
I love all the daughter Pia posts.