AAAAAGUUUUGGHGHHH*pantpant*GGHHHHH!
It is the day I face the Tax Guy.
I have prepared. I have pre-paid. I have unwadded all the receipts and tallied them up and breathed into a paper bag.
And still, in my heart of hearts, a tiny voice screams "THEY WILL TAX YOU AT A 150% RATE!"
I know this is irrational. It does not quell the tiny voice.
I have prepared. I have pre-paid. I have unwadded all the receipts and tallied them up and breathed into a paper bag.
And still, in my heart of hearts, a tiny voice screams "THEY WILL TAX YOU AT A 150% RATE!"
I know this is irrational. It does not quell the tiny voice.