Nope, the ides of April was two days ago. According to dictionary.com Ides The 15th day of March, May, July, or October or the 13th day of the other months in the ancient Roman calendar.
Harry, my cat, is a tax cat. When I normally sit down in front of the computer to read email, or whatever, he doesn't jump up. But when I sit down with intent to do taxes, he immediately jumps up between me and the keyboard and needs pets.
If you ever get out of there, be sure to drop us a line.
And speaking of Jake, I mean to reply the other day to your comment... I was fortunate enough to find him, even though he wasn't with me anymore... (and I know I sound insane, but I swear I felt him leave and we found him the next day) Anyway...
I could e-file if only I had memorized what the Social Security Administration thinks my birthday is. The IRS double-checks e-filings against the records at the SSA, and kicks back the whole tax return if there's a mismatch. Of course I have not yet memorized the erroneous birthday. So I mail. Interestingly enough, a birthday is not required on a paper return. (YOU SEE? YOUR STUPID MINDS! STUPID! STU... oh sorry, where was I?)
The other thing I could've done is not run out of stamps this week. Oh well. :-)
Well, if "winning" means "yeah I really should NOT have procrastinated!" Oh well. I do it every year. I resolve not to do it next year, every year. :-J
The guy behind the counter had two big boxes labeled SACRAMENTO and FRESNO. He probably had more, but those are the two I saw. I asked him whether they have planning meetings for April 15, and he said no. I think the question amused him.
Yeah, I really should go home. I'm not getting anything done here -- painkillers are NOT kicking in. Time to hit it with the secret weapon: a glass of wine!
OK, so I'm a pedant.
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The 15th day of March, May, July, or October or the 13th day of the other months in the ancient Roman calendar.
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Harry, my cat, is a tax cat. When I normally sit down in front of the computer to read email, or whatever, he doesn't jump up. But when I sit down with intent to do taxes, he immediately jumps up between me and the keyboard and needs pets.
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And speaking of Jake, I mean to reply the other day to your comment... I was fortunate enough to find him, even though he wasn't with me anymore... (and I know I sound insane, but I swear I felt him leave and we found him the next day) Anyway...
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You did find him! Wow. I'm sorry he's not with you any more. That's so sad. I'm glad you have closure though...
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I could e-file if only I had memorized what the Social Security Administration thinks my birthday is. The IRS double-checks e-filings against the records at the SSA, and kicks back the whole tax return if there's a mismatch. Of course I have not yet memorized the erroneous birthday. So I mail. Interestingly enough, a birthday is not required on a paper return. (YOU SEE? YOUR STUPID MINDS! STUPID! STU... oh sorry, where was I?)
The other thing I could've done is not run out of stamps this week. Oh well. :-)
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We should do lunch again some time.
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The guy behind the counter had two big boxes labeled SACRAMENTO and FRESNO. He probably had more, but those are the two I saw. I asked him whether they have planning meetings for April 15, and he said no. I think the question amused him.
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