Said I was going to do it, and chickened out. Made plans for "another time," but ended up being too much of a wuss. My dad's done it, and he even has two bad knees from decades of climbing up and down towers in petrochemical plants.
I normally pass the buck to Lou, who I pay to do it for me. He's a bit pricey, but he's good. Really good. Better than I could ever be, I bet.
This year, though, is different.
This year, I will prepare my own tax return.
I'm gonna go old-school on this one, too — none of that fancy-pants computer software for me, thanks. Here's what I figure I'll need:
- a pen
- a calculator
- a shoebox full of receipts
- six borrowed Guatemalan "dependents"
- a quart of gin
- 2 girls
- 1 cup
Wish me luck, folks.