Two things we can’t escape in life, death and taxes.
I will be filing taxes today and it just might kill me, but, alas, it must be done. I keep going through paperwork and asking my husband, “Wasn’t there like 30k in home improvements or something that we did this year that we can use as a deductible? Didn’t you put solar panels on the roof?”
“Hmm, no?” He looks at me strangely (he does this a lot). The most work we’ve done on our house this year was fill in our in ground pool that had been a frog breeding ground for the past few years. I swear, the sounds of frogs croaking still haunt my dreams.
“Dang it.” So, looks like I’ll be going in with an air mattress so I can faint more comfortably.
I think that it should be funded by the government that if you’re going to be screwed, they should at least give a bottle of wine or a gift card to Olive Garden when we file our taxes.
Happy Saturday from Sunny Arkansas!