For those of you who ever owned a copy of the Stones Get Yer YaYa's Out, you will recognize the following line. The first time I heard it I ran yelling to Molly Pootsie, "Karen , come hear this. It sounds like Jodie (our neighbor) calling your name. "
"Paint it black, Paint it black, Paint it black you devils!
Last year at about this time, tax time, I wrote a post titled Sympathy for the Devil. It was about brightening the day of some poor CPA working for the IRS here in the USA. Earlier this week I was going to mail in my return, but I got to the bottom and couldn't recall what I was going to put as my occupation. I was pretty sure it was court jester, but just wasn't certain. I got to work with my forms, stapled them all together and got ready to mail them. Later that day I realized that I was not a court jester, but in fact am a professional masochist. I must be! Yes I get paid, but it is the ecstasy of the abuse that brings me back to work each day.
To make a long story short, the remix/new spin on the sympathy I would like to have go in my favor. You see, I don't believe I signed, dated, and "occupated" my return. I can only hope that the same IRS CPA gets my 1040A that has seen it for the last four or five years and says "Hey Chuck, isn't this the serf, slave, indentured servant, court jester, song and dance man from AZ, and ID?" and signs it for me.
If not I believe I will enjoy the pain and penalties of being a tax paying, law abiding CITIZEN.
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It's me, Karen Klatt! How funny I was just thinking about this the other day. Funny how that happens. We are all brain locked one way or another.
locked or unleashed? you devil!
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