All's well that ends well, as Bill Shakespeare used to say.
A few hours ago it looked like I was going to owe Uncle Sam about $400. But some intense investigation into mountains of receipts and discarded paperwork yielded not one, but TWO long-forgotten charitable deductions, larger than-expected dependent daycare deductions, and a tax credit buried in the back of the 1040 instruction manual. Not only do I NOT owe Uncle Sam; in fact, that mean old bastard OWES me $1200!!
In my euphoric joy, I rushed to my humidor to rescue my last Peterson Gran Reserva and lo!... to what do my wondering eyes appear... a SECOND Peterson buried at the bottom under a 5-pack of 5 Vegas Limitada that I threw in last week for some aging.
So, now I'm $1200 richer than yesterday, I'm burning a delicous Peterson cigar on the back porch at this very moment, and I've still got another one waiting for tomorrow! Life is good again!:ss
Life is good again.
:r