From the moment that we stepped into the H&R Block office in Mission Valley, This Man knew that it wasn't going to be a good afternoon.
It was time to pay the government.
Normally, whenever tax time came around, This Man would always look forward to getting a nice lump of change back only this time, that wouldn't be the case.
I was going to have to pay the government!
After the tax preparer went through all of the numbers and even stopped to double check his work, it was finally evident that he didn't, in fact make any mistakes and this would be the first year (I'm sure of many other years to come) that I wouldn't be getting a refund.
ARGH!
What did this mean, This Man is sure you're wondering? Well, it means that I won't get to look forward to the time when my bank account would suddenly, one day, have more money in it than the day before. It meant that I wouldn't be able to treat myself, L or my son, D to anything as a token of another tax year gone by. I meant that I would have to set up a payment plan to arrange to pay just over 2600 dollars back!
Just over two thousand six hundred dollars!
There were two things that went wrong in This Man's household this year. 1.) I'd received a tax-free bonus. and 2.) Some how, some way, there was more money coming through my house than I'd imagined. That's odd because looking back now, This Man can't seem to recall where any of it went.
So it's official, I'm actually having to pay taxes this year. As if I hadn't been raped enough this year by the government now I'm going to have to pay for the double penetration.
What else could possibly go wrong?



Oh yeah, funny I should ask. Did I mention that Friday morning, This Man was in a car accident? Don't be alarmed, I'm perfectly fine. I was rear ended by some Minnesota college chick blonde dreads, an expired license and insurance that she wasn't on. She rear ended me. The damage to my Jeep is very minor, but she's going to pay as soon as I get out and get the estimates.
More on that one later...


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