the adventures of tax blob

It’s that time again.

There’s a knock on the door. It’s tax blob. “Can I have your taxes?” she says, holding out her hat.

“Oh, sure,” I say, pulling out my wallet. “How much do I owe?”

“I dunno,” she says.

There’s an awkward silence.

“Well, uh, figure it out,” she says, and she bounces off.

* * *

Today, tax blob comes by again. “Have you figured it out?” she says. “I want a sandwich.”

“Oh yeah,” I say. “Actually, you owe me $22.”

“whaaaaa”

“Yeah, see?” I wave the tax return at her.

“blooooo”

No sandwich and nothing for dinner either. Life is rough for tax blob.  

So yeah, I did the taxes today. Federal return was accepted in like 20 minutes, hella impressive. Slightly nervous about the state tax return due to last year’s snafu, but we'll see.

edit (8 pm): YOO state return ACCEPTED

Dante: “How does it feel to be done with this year’s theft?”

pretty good tbh!