Today is April 13 — I’ve been trying (not) so hard to get these darn tax thingies completed — I just have to do the list turn it into my new cpa. :::::wrinkling nose and frowning:::::: ugh.
You see — my previous beau had been doing my taxes for years (bless his heart). However, we’ve both moved on — and I remember how weird it felt when we were together and his prior wives, girlfriends etc would arrive during tax season (or he would probably meet secretly is my guess — whole other ball of wax there) so that he could do their taxes. Well — I didnt’ want to be in that ‘Glee Club’. So I hired a CPA.
As I sit here — thinking of every possible thing to do or come up with (LOOK! There’s a puppy!) sort of thought process — after I eat my breakfast here and clean out that junk drawer I’ve been meaning to get to since LAST tax season — I WILL succeed in getting this done. Darn it.
Hey — I wonder if I need to begin purging my closet for Summer ::::: as she looks down and spots her purse then realizing the overwhelming urge to clean out said purse:::::
In 20 minutes it will be noon. I will completely begin in 20 minutes.