You grow up….and life is a lot more than just a cartoon.

I think that the safest thing to be is the guy who lives in a cardboard box out in the woods somewhere.

Nah….that’s not really practical with a family.

You can’t do that to your family just because doing your taxes drives you insane.

The thing about it all that makes me a little crazy is that THEY KNOW HOW MUCH YOU MADE, HOW YOU MADE IT, AND WHERE IT ALL IS.

THEY KNOW!!!

And if you screw up because you don’t really know what you’re doing, they’ll come after you and try to get it.

I think that it’s just a way of seeing how clever you are.

“The rich” know how to shelter and protect…maybe it’s just a way to give them a chance to keep their money?

Ah, what the heck…it’s all some kind of twisted game that I hate.

Hate.

That’s a strong word.

It’s good to pay your fair share…..and it’s good to pay your taxes.

It’s the American Dream.

The result is beautiful…..but the execution of the idea is horrible.

Horrible.

Ahhhhhhhhh……I’m a whiner. Everybody does their taxes. People can figure it all out.

So can I.

So…..can…..I.