Nothing in life compares to getting a letter in the mailbox from the IRS. There are a few things come close - like getting a root canal without anesthetic, a day without the internet and shooting your big toe - but nothing compares.
I shouldn't waste your time by repeating the first sentence of this post, but I'm going to anyway. NOTHING on this planet compares to a letter in the mailbox from the IRS.
Especially when that letter says you owe $18,196.
Actually, I should thank the IRS. I was feeling like today warranted a good cry and that letter did the trick in 3.2 seconds flat.
This has happened before. The reason? Somebody (and we'll just keep that somebody's name private for now), reported income to the IRS that doesn't exist. So now we make copies, write a letter to the IRS, call the "somebody" company and they apologize, then the IRS will take away the bill.
Not a big deal, I know. But it's a big hassle. With a capital "F".
**** On the lighter side of things, do you dig the new header and skinny? Dig! Thank you Megan.