For all of you in the eleventh hour of finishing your taxes, I wish you unlimited mental clarity followed by a really good bottle of pinot noir.
In the meantime, I recently got my tax refund check from the State of California. A whopping $2.00. When I was nine, my parents gave me a $2.00 weekly allowance for cleaning the kitchen after meals and making the perfect vodka tonic. In 1965, $2.00 was a big deal to a nine year old (as were good bartending skills).
But today I have to admit I’m a little disappointed. My bartending skills are still pretty good, and my kitchen is spotless. You’d think that Conan the GirlyMan, famous for his Neanderthal forehead, wandering hands, and lack of fiscal fitness would have found it in his heart to send me a bigger refund check. After all, I think I grossly overpaid this guy.
Time for the Terminator Tea Party.
(Shpill-Kiss) - noun - Yiddish for nervous energy
Humor, rants, and kvetches from a nice Jewish girl.
2 comments:
>>>For all of you in the eleventh hour of finishing your taxes, I wish you unlimited mental clarity followed by a really good bottle of pinot noir.<<<
Well, SOME of us wish you'd wished us unlimited mental clarity in the 12th hour of finishing our, so we would have had the wherewithal to put more than 24 cents' worth of postage on said envelopes before dropping them in the mail. Oy vey.
I guess it is my treat then because I got back $14.00. I am considering early retirement.
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