Who would have expected anything less from us? Leaving the house at 11:00pm, headed towards the post office.
I reminded Sam to bring the envelopes he had nicely filled and addressed after his ten hour day of working on them, and then his wallet to pay for the stamps that have just been raised 2 cents.
We literally hiked to the car, because for some reason mother nature decided to dump a million tons of snow on us, and started our trek. Fortunately, we live at the bottom of a huge hill so our car just barely made it up the hill as we attempted to pass the ten cars pulled over because they were stuck. After slipping, sliding, and almost not making it because an idiotic white truck pulled in front of us and made us slow so much we lost all of our momentum, we made it to the post office.
We walked in, got in line to pay for postage, and right then Sam solemnly decided to confess that he had forgotten to put the checks in before he sealed up the envelopes (yep, that's right, we freaking owe money. BOO). Me, not surprised, gave a little eye roll, as we trekked back to the car, down the slippery scary hill, and back to our house so we could get the checkbook and give the government our hard earned money.
Then we got back into the car and once again barely made it up the hill and to the post office. The good news is:
We got our taxes to the post office before midnight.
We got to see several cars hit curbs and other cars.
And I got to eat candy the whole time.
Can't complain about that.
And yes, that is Sam wearing sweat pants and church shoes. I tried to make him change, but apparently dry feet and pants mean more to him than not looking ridiculously silly.
I reminded Sam to bring the envelopes he had nicely filled and addressed after his ten hour day of working on them, and then his wallet to pay for the stamps that have just been raised 2 cents.
We literally hiked to the car, because for some reason mother nature decided to dump a million tons of snow on us, and started our trek. Fortunately, we live at the bottom of a huge hill so our car just barely made it up the hill as we attempted to pass the ten cars pulled over because they were stuck. After slipping, sliding, and almost not making it because an idiotic white truck pulled in front of us and made us slow so much we lost all of our momentum, we made it to the post office.
We walked in, got in line to pay for postage, and right then Sam solemnly decided to confess that he had forgotten to put the checks in before he sealed up the envelopes (yep, that's right, we freaking owe money. BOO). Me, not surprised, gave a little eye roll, as we trekked back to the car, down the slippery scary hill, and back to our house so we could get the checkbook and give the government our hard earned money.
Then we got back into the car and once again barely made it up the hill and to the post office. The good news is:
We got our taxes to the post office before midnight.
We got to see several cars hit curbs and other cars.
And I got to eat candy the whole time.
Can't complain about that.
And yes, that is Sam wearing sweat pants and church shoes. I tried to make him change, but apparently dry feet and pants mean more to him than not looking ridiculously silly.
6 comments:
We've had to pay every year....every stinking year.
Also - church shoes and sweat pants is the ultimate combo. Kudos.
HaHa! Doesn't surprise me one bit that you are getting those taxes in at the very last possible minute! :) I thought getting mine in the day before was bad (well, at least for a tax accountant). :)
good job with the late night taxes terr
sam's outfit can't possibly be as bad as church socks all day with basketball shorts:) see you asap
I seriously can't believe y'all got that much snow in April. And sorry about the having-to-pay thing, now I feel bad about not letting you claim one of the boys!
My good friend Fred died in that snow storm. The city was doing construction on his regular overpass so he had to move to a new one and it just wasn't sufficiently shielded from the wind. Darn you for leaving me Fred, darn you.
Always racin' the clock aren't ya! jk =P You guys always manage to get it all done :) After firsthand seeing what you two can pull off I will never doubt again.
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