Hello from the Dogpatch!
My excuse for everything has become: Please not now, I’m doing my TAXES.
No need to act smug. I know, it’s August.
One word: Extension.
As much as we all might gripe about the IRS, what high school teacher ever gave you an extra six months to finish a term paper? I mean, the IRS is patient. That’s a good quality in anyone.
A writer, for example.
See the woodpecker at the lower end of the sign hammering away at an unmoving object. I could say that about a lot of things.
I used to have a bona fide CPA who did my taxes; he is now my ex. So I do taxes myself using box software with which I have a love/hate relationship.
I’ll leave it to the reader to draw any comparisons.
