Tomorrow’s my turn.  2:00 with the same accountant I’ve used for almost ten years.  And it never goes well.  I consistently leave with my Armenian tail between my Armenian ass.  But the one year I tried to do it myself on TurboTax … WHAM BAMM Fines and Fees.  There’s no victories in being an honest working human being that does what he’s told to do.  File your taxes.

Which yet again froths me into a hot Mocha with whipped cream.  Why?  Cuz we have (hopefully had) a President, a Commander in Chief that admitted to his MAGA base that he didn’t do it. Further, if they did he said he’d show them how to get out of it.  Yes just one more little gem that lofts out of that Sunkist navel orange with hair.

Can somebody please join me in a major WTF Convention so we can swap notes on which aspect of him makes you the most anxious.  Is it his complete lack of knowledge of the political climate hovering over the entire planet?  Is it that he has said Hitler was a hero?  Was it the Christmas card sent with a picture of him and Putin hugging?  Oh and all that legal crap.  So he raped somebody in Bergdorf Goodman.  Get over it.  I mean this man is entitled to grab anyone’s you know what whenever he wants.  And hey, it wasn’t in a Target or Home Goods store so that’s a plus in his column.  

He’s like a car accident you slowly pass on I-95 just so you can get a fulfilling peak at the gore. But this accident doesn’t get towed away or cleaned up.  If anything, it just waltzes through a car wash, cleans up and carries on.  Stop the accident.  Slam on the brakes.

And all the while, I’ll be watching my accountant crunch the numbers as well as a fair amount of my dream of a vacation.