I forgot to blog today. Huh. Do I have a good excuse?
I’m wearing my math hat today. I hate wearing my math hat because it doesn’t fit me well, squeezes my head and makes my scalp itch.
Alas, somebody has to get the company ready for taxes and that would be me. Why it’s not the 13-year-old straight-A even in Algebra child, I have no idea. Well, I guess it’s probably best not to put your company’s finances in the hands of your teenage son…
Holy hot flash, I have a teenage son…
What was I talking about? Oh. Math. Yuck. And while it’s my personal choice to do our accounting the old-fashioned way—green ledger paper, a mechanical pencil and a calculator—this is the one time per year I wish we ran it on the computer.
I can’t believe I have a teenage son.
Thank you for flying Tangent Air.
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*pat on Shannon’s shoulder*
It’s okay. You only have another eight years of insanity to look forward to.
with the first born.
*ahem*
Chocolate helps–barely.
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Once again I saved All of my receipts and separated those that are tax deductible, created a spread sheet for my deductions, added them all up… only to realize that once again I’m better off just using the EZ form. sigh. :eyebrow:
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I :heart: you.
But you knew that.
Anyway. I gets to do maths after this book is done. And the line edits for the August book are done. And the rest of the RITA books are read (8 books this year, six of them loooong. Lucky me. :eyebrow: ). THEN I get to do taxes, for us, #5 (who gets Social Security checks because his father is old, basically), and my mother.
:gaah: