tax-time

I’m going to be out of town tomorrow.  I’m taking Will to the airport and then hopping over to the island to have dinner with my boy, Dave.  And in the morning I’m off to see Gerry, the most fabulous accountant in the whole world.  He does a wonderful, through job, year in and year out, and he is funny and engaging and I feel lucky to have him in our family’s life.  I don’t know what I’m going to do when he retires.  Cry in my pillow I’m sure. 

I feel safe with him. 

Tax-time, tax-time, don’t you love it.  It took me several days to sort out and organize all of my stuff. 

Don, on the other hand, gets up after dinner tonight and sighs heavily,

“Ugh...I guess I’ll have to go get together my tax stuff.” He disappears into his writing room, and LESS than two hours later, he’s mooching around in my writing room. 

“Don’t you have to get your tax stuff sorted?” I ask, feeling smug that I plowed my way through my stuff over the last couple of weeks.

“I’m done,” he says.

DONE!  Now that’s just not fair!  Granted, my stuff is way more complicated than his, and I’m doing it for the whole family, but still… Phooey.

Anyway, I won’t be lugging my laptop over to the island since it is just a short trip, so unless I happen upon an Internet cafe, there will be no blog until the day after tomorrow.  Let’s hope nothing really exciting happens in the meantime, because I am going to be totally out of touch.

*By the way Emily and David, have you sent your stuff in?  xo

Posted by Meg Tilly on Wednesday, March 12, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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