Every year I bang my head against the deadline for tax filing and swear I will never do it again. I tried and failed to use a tax preparer service, cuz no one knows my business like I do, and frankly clergy people are really currently different than almost everyone in how it works.
Anyhow, Tax season sure know how to ruin a beautiful springtime for me. My heart calls me outside and my head says get the thing done you doe doe head. And the fight goes on.
I have some amazing stories of the drives to the mail zones to line up with all the other loser procrastinators out there, and the last year when I drove to downtown Mesa only to find that in Pheonix you now have to drive to downtown Tempe near the Zoo to get in the box before midnight.
Is there a 12 step program for late tax filers? Should I move to Switzerland? Really, over the years I have made progress on most things but taxes, oh, the burden, oh the bain, oh the worrisomeness, oh the *^$T^# of it all.
Father forgive me for I have sinned. Give to Ceasar that which belongs to Ceasar, and live on the rest.
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