Taxes
In theory, all I have to do now is mail in my forms. But I don't believe it. There's no way in hell that I could have prepped my taxes on my own w/o screwing it up. I shouldn't have had to either. I was lured into a false sense of security. How was I to know my parents where going to stop using our accountant and go the H&R Block cuz of some inheiritance thing and then tell me I was on my own to do them w/ only 2 days notice. No offense, maybe I'm sounding a little spoiled here, but I'm used to it being done for me. I'm used to just handing my W-2's over to Al and letting it be his problem. I'm used to being told that I have to get something really big done w/ more than 2 days notice!
But, supposedly, I did it. Not only did I do it, I might've even done it right (Gasp!). Thank God for TurboTax.
Brian blames all this weird shit on the ghost of the Pope. I know better. Mercury's in retrograde. The Pope dying is just a part of it all, lol.
Ok, g2g put my "I'm Normal ... Please Date Me" shirt in the dryer. All in preparation for Bowling For Soup tonight!
Wahoo!