Hello spring. Goodbye money.

I like to avoid uncomfortable things.

Like unloading the dishwasher.

Or death. Sad movies.

And taxes.

But it’s April 15th.

I can’t avoid taxes any more.

Deep breaths. Happy thoughts…

Oh, Lordy.

I owe this year.

Uncle Sam, you’re soooooo mean!

Wait, what?

There’s been a mistake.

I’m getting a REFUND!!!!

This post brought to you by my accountant.

I love, love, love, love, love her!!!!

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So, do you compute your taxes?

Or do you crawl to an accountant and beg for help like I do?