It’s 11:55pm. On October 15th. I just filed my taxes… with 5 minutes left. That was close.
And it’s a miracle they’re even done now. I don’t know where half of my tax forms are. They never arrived.
I hardly even knew HOW to file for 2006. In that single year we moved 4 times, visited 3 Asian nations, lived on two different continents, and I was put under house arrest once.
We have a ministry/business/sole-proprietorship/partnership filing status that makes even hardened IRS helpline thugs cringe. Our home state is God-knows-where, our income comes from the other side of the globe, and I don’t even have a real address to put on the tax form.
Exactly where is my ‘tax home’? And how many stinking times am I technically allowed to claim moving expenses? Does anybody really care?!
Just the IRS. May God blot them out from this over-taxed earth.