Taxed-Off

PaulA asked me why I didn’t post a blog about tax day yesterday… April 15th. I actually forgot it was tax day. I guess you can see who the bread winner is in our family…and who lives in La-La land.

I am not totally ignorant about taxes. I do understand them…I am not that far out there. I know…that you work hard, everyday, through sickness and snow, sometimes without lunch, to earn a paycheck. I know…you do this over and over for at least 40 or so years until hopefully you can retire. I know…the government takes most of what you earn and has plans to take more. I know…PaulA groans loudly when he looks at his total taxes paid.

I do see the tax forms every year and I sign my name on the dotted line. PaulA has me read them before I sign. I get out my readers, and I take a close look… making sure that the accountant has done his job correctly…looking for mistakes in subtraction. Most tax accountants love it when I check their work.

I remember back in the day when I had a responsible job that paid a salary. It taxed-me-off that Uncle Sam could actually take my money. The job I have now (blogger extraordinaire) is non-paying…but if Uncle Sam could figure out a way to take taxes out of a non-paying job…I am sure he would.

Uncle Sam is disguised as a nice guy who wants to see everybody gainfully employed…but he’s really the grim reaper. He even comes up with new things to tax every year. OMG, there might be a tax on blogging that we haven’t heard about and the IRS will be looking for me.

The Tax Man Taketh Your Money…the Tax Man Looketh to Taketh More next year.