So most people say the two constants in life are dying and paying taxes. Everyone unfortunately will die and everyone should pay taxes. Since I'm not ready to die, I figure I will try and do my taxes this year myself. Talk about a piss poor decision on my part. Let's just say I'm happy I'm a nurse and not an accountant. After struggling to do them the last couple of days and getting more and more stressed and angry I have decided to take them to Jackson Hewitt and let them complete the taxes.
So Bill and I have an appointment with Jackson Hewitt tonight to do the taxes. We will see how it will all go down. Bill says to me, whatever happens with the taxes, let's not try to stress about it. Which really translates into "Autumn, please don't stress about paying the taxes." Does the man know me or what? That's why Bill and I are so good together, I stress and agonize about EVERYTHING and he stresses and agonizes about NOTHING. Talk about a good balance.
I'm really trying not to stress about the little stuff, we'll see how I do.
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