The IRS has made April Fools of us all.
Because I'm so terribly clever:
And, of course, a half hour later, on my way to work, the cell phone rang.
Just a taste of the fun we have in the Bear household.
...
On Saturday, though, we went to have our taxes done. (I know, I know. Hey, at least it's before the 15th, right?) Er. We owe a lot. It's pretty dire.
(*Editor's Note: Never claim "9" on your taxes if you don't make much money and you have no children. It's a really, really bad idea.)
The good side of it is the accountant we're using seems to be a straight arrow and he's helping us out with the last year's audit situation. Hopefully we can get that ridiculous thing reduced a little.
So, while the rest of the world mourns the fallen Pope, we find ourselves mourning our disposable income.
(Speaking of the Pope, though, I thought the comic pictured at the right was a gas. I wish I could say it's made-up, but no. That really was a legitimate Marvel comic from 20 years or so ago. The Spidey head makes it.)
...
After being shell-shocked at the accountant's office, it was time to hit Scott and Stephanie's for a ridiculous evening of limosines, spirits, food and general excess. Always a memorable evening with that crew.
Unfortunately, I drank a little too much (thank God for limos).
And unfortunately, Carey drank a lot too much (her April Fool's prank was literally realized, minus the blood, after we got home).
So, Sunday was sort of a lazy day of nauseous recovery.
Fun, but we really shouldn't do that. After all, we have two impressionable cats at home that look to us to be responsible adults.
...
Oh, by the way, Aunt Nancy came in second, which didn't get her a vacation, but it did get her $500 and a one-year supply of Eagle Brand Premium Dessert Kits, which, being honest, is better than a dumb old vacation anyhow.
Congrats, Aunt Nancy.
JER: Hey. Babe. Wake up.
CAREY: Hnh?
JER: We got a letter from the IRS. They're saying we missed the deadline and now we owe them double.
CAREY: Wha? What do you mean... wait, WHAT LETTER?
JER: I just opened it. Do you want to read it? We're screwed.
CAREY: We missed the... I thought... wait wait, are you kidding me? Double?
JER: Sorry, sweetie. Isn't that a bummer?
CAREY: DOUBLE? We can't... are you SERIOUS?
JER: No. April Fool. I gotta go to work. Love ya.
And, of course, a half hour later, on my way to work, the cell phone rang.
CAREY: Hey. It's me. I don't feel good.
JER: What's the matter?
CAREY: I'm sick. I threw up. A lot.
JER: Aw. Did it make you feel any better?
CAREY: No. It was all blood.
JER: Huh?
CAREY: It was blood.
JER: That you threw up?!
CAREY: Yeah.
JER: BLOOD?!
CAREY: Yeah.
JER: God!
CAREY: Do you think I should go to the hospital?
JER: I don't know! Maybe! So you looked in the toilet and you saw--
CAREY: April Fool.
Just a taste of the fun we have in the Bear household.
...
On Saturday, though, we went to have our taxes done. (I know, I know. Hey, at least it's before the 15th, right?) Er. We owe a lot. It's pretty dire.
(*Editor's Note: Never claim "9" on your taxes if you don't make much money and you have no children. It's a really, really bad idea.)
The good side of it is the accountant we're using seems to be a straight arrow and he's helping us out with the last year's audit situation. Hopefully we can get that ridiculous thing reduced a little.
So, while the rest of the world mourns the fallen Pope, we find ourselves mourning our disposable income.(Speaking of the Pope, though, I thought the comic pictured at the right was a gas. I wish I could say it's made-up, but no. That really was a legitimate Marvel comic from 20 years or so ago. The Spidey head makes it.)
...
After being shell-shocked at the accountant's office, it was time to hit Scott and Stephanie's for a ridiculous evening of limosines, spirits, food and general excess. Always a memorable evening with that crew.
Unfortunately, I drank a little too much (thank God for limos).
And unfortunately, Carey drank a lot too much (her April Fool's prank was literally realized, minus the blood, after we got home).
So, Sunday was sort of a lazy day of nauseous recovery.
Fun, but we really shouldn't do that. After all, we have two impressionable cats at home that look to us to be responsible adults.
...
Oh, by the way, Aunt Nancy came in second, which didn't get her a vacation, but it did get her $500 and a one-year supply of Eagle Brand Premium Dessert Kits, which, being honest, is better than a dumb old vacation anyhow.
Congrats, Aunt Nancy.
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