Apparently, I was wrong. The connection between God's creation of the world and Donald Rumsfeld is even closer than I thought. God made the world in six days. Six! On the seventh day, that slacker-loser-bedwetter rested.
If he had actually worked on the seventh day... he would have had to pay taxes.
So here I am, doing our taxes. I spent all day Sunday on our taxes for 2006. Very interesting stuff, as you can imagine. Everything about Georgia, as usual, is stupid. I'd done our federal taxes, and then I turned to the Georgia form, and it's little things, you know? Like the fact that they've now managed somehow to hire somebody who can build a fillable PDF form, but you can't save the form with data in it, and some hidden codes cause several of the number fields to be replaced with big, black, plus signs when you go to print. Given last year's fiasco (Georgia said we didn't pay and therefore owed them several thousand dollars, even though we had our little receipt and everything), I am unwilling to trust our fate to some big, black, plus signs. And the envelope tore when I tried to get it out of the booklet. And the address label is bigger than the space alotted to it. And it's next to impossible to figure out their schedules, or tell when they're referring to federal forms versus state forms.
I finally got the damn tax envelopes out to the curb, and I came back in and did a little work, and then it came time for...
...wait for it...
2007 taxes.
Yes, welcome to self-employment. I must now estimate my tax burden and pay taxes on a quarterly basis. To do so, I must essentially... do my 2007 taxes now, with made-up numbers. I'll have business deductions, and income from several different sources. When you boil it all down, in order to figure out what to pay to the government in the next few weeks (1st quarter), I have to do taxes all over again, only today's taxes are more complicated than yesterday's taxes. How is an honest sole proprieter supposed to make any money, when she spends all her time doing taxes?
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- bekbek
- Mid-adventure, you find me in the process of escaping the dubious charms of middle Georgia. My city -Toronto- seems astonishingly close in my new neighborhood near Dunedin, Florida, where the Blue Jays play their spring training games and a slice of strawberry-rhubarb pie can be had at the local diner. If I stand facing North, I imagine I can still just hear the squeal of a streetcar's wheels and smell crispy veal and tomato sauce at Bitondo's hhhmmmm... But here in my new home, there is salt water a few blocks away, there is sand and little tiny lizards and water that goes on and on and on, and there may even be a few veal sandwiches to be found if one tries to find them on any day but Monday. The round world beckons... but I am content, for now.
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