Don’t tell Eden Kennedy. I think, technically, that would make her the “old” Fussy.
Today I had a very productive day. I managed to do my taxes for the last 18 months. I swear to you, I have no doubt that the Commonwealth, she is a coming for me. Nothing pisses off a desk jockey more than having some moron who was too scared of a tax form to actually complete it and is now severely delinquent on the $7.52 she owes in back sales tax. And you think I’m joking about that $7.52? It helps that NO ONE in my state thinks my shirts are funny.
The Neighbor: You know there are penalties, right? I think it’s like $25.
K: Actually, Sunshine, it’s $10, and yes, I realize when it is all said and done, I will be paying $179 in penalties and interest.
In fact, I am looking forward to the blog post. Maybe with a little luck a state auditor will come knocking on the door. I hope he doesn’t catch me rolling around in all the money I have made over here. What do you say we clean off said money AFTER we dig it out of The Baby’s diaper and before we roll in it?