Yes, the devil, and no, I am not joking.  Our taxes are done, now, in fact they've been done since earlier today.  I spent last night trying to do them.

I got part way through one form before I realized I needed to use a different one, entirely.  Back to irs.gov, search through the 3 billion forms, schedules, and you owe us your first through third born child, want to make a payment plan piles of bullshit, I downloaded the one I thought we needed.

And hit print.  Out came a piece of paper with print so light that even fucking Superman couldn't read it.  Now, by this point I have been reading, researching, and pulling together tax crap for 4 hours. My eyes are read, I have cussed our Federal government up one side and down the other, now the fucking printer decides to run out of ink.

It's 9:00 o'clock we live a good 45 minute drive from anywhere that might carry this ink and I'm already pissed off.  There is no way in hell I'm going to buy more ink.

I suffer through it, looking between the .pdf file and the piece of paper to figure it out.  

Now, I fucking hate math. I can do it, I just hate it.  And there are pages and pages of numbers.  And really, we are broke ass bitches, there should be no need for all of this, but there is.  I figure out that I have two more things I need, again, dead printer. I download them, and send them to Tony's school email.

He can go print them out tomorrow and I'll rewrite all these damn numbers and send them out before the post office closes.  Which is what we do.  They are now winging their way to the IRS in an overstuffed envelope, just waiting for them to take 6 months to send our refund since we have to file other forms (don't ask, those are my fault) to actual get our refund.

Next year I'm sending those motherfuckers to H&R Block.  I refuse to  deal with them, again, with all of the additional crap I have to fill out.  IRight, I lie, I know damn well I am too cheap to send them out to be done.  April 14th or 15th of next year I'll be doing the same thing, cussing as I fill out page after page of numbers, wishing I could just let the IRS figure it out for me.

As for President Bush's tax cut?  What tax cut?  It sure as hell didn't help us much, I think we figured that it might have saved us 10 dollars.  Yeah, big old tax cut there.  Thanks Mr. President.  I'll be sure to think of you when that 10 dollars doesn't even fill my gas tank halfway up.  Or when I'm spending more at the grocery store or anywhere else than I did prior to your presidency and the War in Iraq.

Smile, 
Suzy Smith