I’ve been in taxland for the past five days or so. It’s a miserable, terrible place, especially when, during the prior year, you lived in multiple states, had multiple jobs, your husband was self-employed, you sold your house, paid off your student loans, rolled your 401(k) into your IRA, and inherited money from your grandmother. Oh, and you aren’t sure whether to file married joint or married separate. And then, when you finally figure it all out a mere three hours before the filing deadline, you discover that you can’t e-file because you are filing married separate in a community property state. I don’t even know what a community property state is, and I’m too tired to read what Wikipedia has to say about it. Anyway, it was a rough road doing our taxes this year, and although everything turned out in our favor I am completely spent from the process. I’d rather not discuss how many versions of our taxes are scattered across my computer desktop. Instead, I want to show you this picture that I took at the post office at 9:30 PM last night as I was preparing to mail (yes, mail) our taxes to The Man. But first, let’s all take a moment to be grateful that Washington doesn’t collect income tax, and use that gratitude to find the wherewithal to forgive them (it?) for being a community property state.
Now, on to the photo, in which you will notice several things:
- Envelope containing Brian’s entire childhood stamp collection, which we liberated from its binder earlier this year. It was determined that the collection was of no value aside from the inherent value as postage, so now we have enough postage to last us until paper mail is obsolete.
- My gorgeous new (used) Marc Jacobs wallet, which I purchased to replace my beloved Kate Spade wallet that was stolen along with my purse and all of its contents on our last day in Seattle. Since we’re already in gratitude mode, take a moment to be grateful for eBay, because I could not afford to buy such a lovely wallet brand new from an actual store.
- The hilarious pairing of stamps that I chose to mail our taxes. Behold:
When Brian saw this photo his first response was something along the lines of, “No! You didn’t give them the spaceship stamps, did you? Damn!” and I was like, “Yeah I did, cause it’s funny to use spaceship stamps and cat stamps together.” Isn’t it? I think it is, though I do concede that the lower right-most stamp in the photo is really, really cool and maybe shouldn’t have been “wasted” (Brian’s word) on our taxes.
On a somewhat related note, Brian pointed out today that it seems that I make it my mission to choose the weirdest or most inappropriate stamps for our outgoing mail, and I guess that’s true. I inadvertantly proved his point this afternoon when I sent off my plea for the charge of speeding to the Hardeman County, TX Justice of the Peace with stamps that read, “I love you Mom,” and, “I love you Dad.” Maybe they won’t notice the stamps, but that doesn’t mean the stamps aren’t funny! And, for the record, I’m not guilty of speeding because our speedometer is broken. So there!