What if...

I know today is tax day.  Good luck!  Now, let's get on with life. 

What if...

What if today was not tax day?  Instead, each person in our country was given $1,000,000 on which to live for the rest of the year.  What would you do?

What if you woke up in the morning, in a different body, with a different face, in a different city, with a different family?  Would you stay?

What if, you could have anything or go anywhere you wanted to go for two hours, what would you choose?  Where would you go?

What if you woke up and found yourself unable to read or write?  What would you do?

What if you knew that when you finished what you were doing, and you loved what you were doing, that you would never do it again?  What would you do?

What if you accidentally walked into someone carrying a cup of coffee, and the coffee spilled on you and burned your skin?  What if the person you walked into was going to be the love of your life?  What would you do?

What if you met anyone in history, and you knew they would be assassinated?  Would you tell them if they didn't know?

What if you were able to see the events that would shape your life for good or for bad?  Would you want to know what they were?

What if you could change one thing in your history, but by changing that event, you changed the history of the world for the worst?  If it saved you pain or grief, would you change it?

What if you woke up one morning, and you knew it would be the last time you would see your loved ones, what would you do?

What are your what ifs?

It's Almost Here! Tax Time!

I'm thinking that my CPA is thinking, "Oh, no, she will be here soon. Must hide. Must hide. Must hide!" I know that sounds desperate, but since I am truly fearful of going to prison should I attempt to prepare and file my own taxes, I consult with my CPA accountant, usually in March, about my taxes. When I call the accounting firm for which he works, I hear his secretary whisper, "Bob, Bob, it's her. Are you in? However, I am very persistent. I don't give up. I call until Bob says that he is, again, willing to prepare my taxes for me.

I truly do attempt to organize my tax information to make it easily accessible and "figure-out-able" for Bob. I fill in the questionaire Bob sends me. I try not to leave blank spots in it, especially in the areas of income and the income generated by my very small business. I'm not sure, but I think I've seen Bob cringe when I bring in my files.

What Bob doesn't know is what these files look like BEFORE he sees them. In my defense, I do write the word "SAVE" on my cardboard box that once housed the ceramic heater I bought at Menards.


















It just makes sense that I should save receipts, invoices, etc. to give to Bob when I go to him to have my taxes readied for the government.



















It's easy to do, too. I simply take my box, and, on a cold and snowy day, when there is nothing else to do, I dump that box on my bed, turn on the TV, and sort. And sort. And sort.
Now, since it's not February, and, right now, it's not snowing for the moment. It's cold, though. I won't go through the sorting process. Just know, that in my box marked SAVE, I have enough to keep me busy for a couple of cold, snowy days before I go to see Bob.





















I'm not worried. The nightmares for Bob haven't started yet, but I do need to get ready to see him. February is such a short month. Maybe I should start tonight!