Wednesday, March 22, 2006
I swear, if it isn't stapled to me...
I mentioned earlier that I got a wonderful letter from the IRS stating that I owe some ungodly amount from last year’s taxes, due to some piece of paper that I never submitted. (I like to think I never received it, but in all likelihood… I lost it.) Well, somewhere between the tax lady’s office and the house, that fat envelope from the IRS disappeared too. Oh crap.
I don’t suppose this means I don’t have to pay? Sheah right, dream on! I’m going to trash the house and my car looking for this thing, but if I can’t find it, then what do I do?? I’m going to get penalized because I was too ditzy to keep track of paper. Don’t I get bonus points for helping little old ladies load groceries into their car? Doesn’t it count for something that I put my junk mail into the recycle bin? That I let people merge in front of me on the freeway?
I think I would’ve made a good boy scout. Unfortunately I’m a terrible paper pusher. Scratch that. I push paper away from me very well. It’s finding it again that’s the challenge.
[Two hours later]
I found it! In a box. Apparently I threw a bunch of “important papers to deal with later” into a box in my room. I’m so happy I found it, now I can go back to being sad about owing money. 
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