Today is also D.L. Hammonds Déjà Vu blogfest to which we are to post a blog post that didn't get any respect of love in 2012. After I figured out how to do that, which didn't include keywords of "searching Davy Jones' Locker" in it, I found it and all I had to do was click "all time" I was quickly able to locate mine. At the time I wrote this, I had 9 Followers to my blog. I called it, "My Date With the Tax Man" which got two little single readers and a comment. Oh my goodness! Does this mean that I should hide with shame? Maybe it was because everyone was dealing with their own tax fiasco to worry about my tax worries! Yeah, that was probably it. I am thinking that this was the same time I was getting those little reminders from under the Internet Bridge also. Amazing though, I've learned they love the postings about Hillbilly Mishaps. That is way off topic to the blogfest though. Thanks to D.L. for the opportunity to revive a post from many months ago! Have your own post that didn't get as much love as it deserved? Well, click over to the Déjà Vu posting and post the link!
I had the dreaded task this week of getting taxes done. Why is it starting to feel as if that day rates up there with say a colonoscopy? This year, we had a new tax man, and much older. Our regular tax guy took the day off or something. I could tell right off the bat that this man is very serious of his role of tax preparer, because he didn't seem to appreciate any of my nervous humor. For instance,
asking again why we can't claim the dog. "She's lazy, doesn't have a job, lays around the house all day, eats all the food" and then I whisper, "I don't know who the heck her father is." Our regular man would have laughed. I think I throw that one in every year, for shits and giggles. This guy, "John", he laughed nervously as he started talking laws. I just said, "I don't need to hear the tax law, it was actually just a joke." I swear, he was acting as nervous as I was.
Then we are asked, "Is English the only language spoken in your home?" to which I answer, "no, slang." He gives me this look as I notice little sweat beads on his head. Well, theres a change, normally I am the one who is sweating like a chicken at a chinese market. "Pardon me?" So I say, "Slang words. Never mind my kids are teaching me some slang words and I thought it would count." Much later, his fingers typing away all the information,"all done." Finally, he finished after what felt like grueling hours. To that I ask, " wait, am I going to need a drink to hear about it? I brought a shot with me just for this." Finally, I saw what looked like a little hint of a smile. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought, but is only a just a dent in the national debt. Seeing this, I asked him, "Is everyone contributing to the national debt this year, because it sort of feels as if they are trying to take it all from us." His hands are starting to shake a little by this time.
I think he tries to break a little of the ice when he tells us that next year they may allow a deduction for spay and neuter of pets. Damn, the dog has already been spayed, but I ask, "What if we get spayed or neutered?" He says, "well that would fall under the question I asked, do you have any major medical bills." I look at hubby and said, "thats it, you're getting neutered." To which he says, "why me, why don't you go get spayed?" This poor man, is just looking at us as if we have totally lost our minds. I am not sure why he asked us, again, but he asked us, "Is English the only language spoken in your household?" To which I answer, "Wait, is there a deduction if we do?" He replies, "no, I really don't know why they ask that question." I said, "well shoot if you would have said yes, I would have went home, ordered Rosetta Stone and came back." Hubby bursts out with a, "no habla" as if he is trying to help this situation. I am hoping that John doesn't quit, or had a major heart attack or stroke after we left. He does need to lighten up a little. Life at the tax office is serious enough.
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