Yeah, I wish mine were paper! Edit: I mean, NOT paper. The other kind.
My taxes are basically just my income, so there's nothing to prove outside of that, even in case of an audit.
That's not what making out sounds like -- unless I'm doing it wrong?
Willow ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Sep 08, 2010 3:29:11 pm PDT #22865 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Tom Scola - Sep 08, 2010 3:31:10 pm PDT #22866 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Spidra Webster - Sep 08, 2010 3:32:05 pm PDT #22867 of 30001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
My income has been weird for a number of years due to intermittently being on state disability or SSDI or having an FSA account or old dotcom stock from when I worked in that or releasing an album that hasn't even gone into the black yet. A lot of people would find that stuff pretty simple but I get really intimidated by it.
Connie Neil - Sep 08, 2010 3:34:07 pm PDT #22868 of 30001
brillig
I didn't realize I qualified for earned income and such until I ran my taxes through Turbo Tax. There's a few thousand of refunds I've missed over the years.
Jessica - Sep 08, 2010 3:35:56 pm PDT #22869 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Wouldn't a liveblog of the Rapture be pretty short?
11:01 am - Ok, Rapture time! Hey look, a white ligh---
brenda m - Sep 08, 2010 3:36:24 pm PDT #22870 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
You can probably refile the last couple of years. After three years I think you're SOL though.
Sheryl - Sep 08, 2010 3:38:33 pm PDT #22871 of 30001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
No Rapture here. Of course, I was in synagogue this evening....
tommyrot - Sep 08, 2010 3:39:52 pm PDT #22872 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Wouldn't a liveblog of the Rapture be pretty short?
See, I think a liveblog would be more fun if, you know, they got their calculations wrong and there was no rapture.
11:01 am - Rapture time!
12:30 pm - still waiting
1:55 pm Anyone seen anything happen?
etc....
And finally...
11:01 am (next day) - Fuck it - I'm gonna get drunk and have gay sex!
Ginger - Sep 08, 2010 3:49:53 pm PDT #22873 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
That reminds me: what do people do with their pay stubs? I just shred mine, but is there any reason to keep any?
Clark Howard says to always keep a copy of your most recent pay stub, but toss the rest. He also says toss utility bills and the like, but to keep copies of your actual tax documents and returns, plus anything that says you paid off a loan, forever. There's no actual limit as to how far back the IRS can audit or claim you didn't file a return.
Beverly - Sep 08, 2010 3:53:19 pm PDT #22874 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
We bought a pram second-hand when we lived in Germany, and used it for a bassinet the first week or two. The large wheels sneered at the foot-high curbs, and the leather-strap springs ate up the cobbled streets. It had a rain cover with a high flap to keep out the wind, and a cargo basket underneath. I did all my errands with the pram--library, bakery, grocer's, etc. For long trips the carriage bed removed from the base and went into the back seat. The base collapsed and went into the trunk--or was strapped to the roof of smaller cars. When the new baby came, we got a jump seat with supports that spanned the carriage bed, popped the little one into the bed, the old baby in the jump seat, and were off to the races again.
Once the new baby could sit up on his own, I had them sitting at each end of the bed facing each other, wrapped up with the carriage cover--the incredible two-headed baby!
I miss our pram. I should go thrifting for one. And find a baby to borrow.