So. We get out of credit card debt by the skin of our teeth (and how gross is that saying, by the way?) And the gods are like – we must screw with them. It can’t be so easy (because it was like, so totally easy. Except it wasn’t). So. They throw the screwed up Brazil visa, plenty-hundred dollars trip to Miami at us. We lob it right back at them, and continue to pay our debt down. They throw an unplanned baby at us. We laugh in their faces, and keep the baby stuff purchases to bare minimum (and cross our fingers for the upcoming baby showers.) They throw a car accident at us. We grimace, and pay it, but keep our heads above water. They break our computer. Our eyes bulge out, and we pay to fix it, and we leave the credit cards in the drawer and forego luxuries for the month, like meat and facewash (sigh, I guess bar soap will continue to do just fine, oh poor martyr me.) And then we do our taxes.
Damned if we don’t owe freaking taxes.
BIG SIGH, AUGH, GRRRR, BEAT MY HEAD AGAINST THE TABLE, WHY DID I WRECK THE CAR, URG, WHY DOES THE BRAZILIAN CONSULATE SUCK, DANG IT, WHY DID I CHOOSE THE WRONG DEDUCTIONS ON MY W-4, OH MY GOD I AM TOO PREGNANT TO DEAL WITH THIS, TEMPER TANTRUM TEMPER TANTRUM WAH WAH WAH.
And now, to end this post with a laugh for you all, I present Friday night’s dream:
I was a camp counselor again, and was helping a kid get on a zip line. In real life a zip line typically starts UP and ends DOWN, and you clip your self into a harness and your harness onto the line, so this thing called gravity will pull you from the beginning of the line to the end, and you can get some awesome speed and feel like you’re flying. In dream land, it was more like a telephone wire – a long slack line, level and meandering. I clipped the kid in, and he got scared, so I was like – it’s ok, I’ll show you how it works. Then I got myself clipped onto it and took off, super fast, flying up down around straight across, for miles and miles. It was unbelievably long, and exhilarating. And then in the middle of my ride I was like – I shouldn’t be doing this. There’s a reason why I shouldn’t be on this thing. What’s my reason? OMG, I’m pregnant!! What if I fall!! This is too fast, I could lose the baby!! And suddenly I’m not harnessed, I’m actually holding onto a wire closet hanger that has been flopped over the zip line, and I’m traveling at like 600 miles an hour clinging to this flimsy thing, and the wire hanger starts to bend and smoke. So I let go, and float to the ground, and land in the grass, toss my hair, and the kid is somehow there where I landed, and I say see? It’s not so hard.
Oh. Honey.
I am so, so sorry that you find yourselves in the same situation that we do this year with regard to taxes. It totally sucks and it really makes me angry. If I could pay them for you, I would. However, I will be not doing any fun things for a while myself as we save and save and save in an attempt to put ourselves in a good place AFTER we pay the giant amount of taxes we owe. If it makes you feel any better, every time I tell someone how much we owe, they respond with a, "That is A LOT". I hope your amount does not get that reaction.
Your dreams are cracking me up. Seriously. Best entertainment ever.
Amanda 🙂
That really blows; I\’ve gotten stuck paying before. If you call the IRS, they\’ll let you do a payment arrangement, which is what I ended up doing. You basically get a whole year to pay it, and you can send in whatever amount you want whenever you can afford it, as long as you get it done in a year. Of course, I sent them nothing for the whole year, and had to scramble to find the money at the last minute. But that\’s just me….
now you have to pay….that my friend is brutal….at least the dreams keep you smiling a bit…
*~* :o) everyone smiles in the same language… :o) *~*
Well at least you have your dreams to keep you entertained? Sorry about having to pay, I know the feeling it sucks….