Break out the bubbly, folks. For the first time in six years I’m actually getting a tax refund from the State of Arkansas. This is quite an accomplishment and I couldn’t be more pleased. Those revenue guys have been raking this gal over the coals for some time now. In six to eight weeks I’m assure that there will be a check in the mail. For five dollars. That the refund. Five bucks.
And I don’t care that the check won’t even buy lunch at McDonalds. At least not if I want something to drink.
But wait. There’s even more good news. The Federal Taxman has ALSO given me a break. Sure I owe money, but this time it’s just double-digits. I have enough mathematical acumen to understand that still puts me in the hole overall, but this year it’s more like a divot. I can replace a divot. It’s the cavernous, echoing Yellowstone-like holes that make me quit breathing, and you can bet I’ve been to the precipice and looked over the edge.
I’m going to cash that five-dollar check and spend it all in one place. Shouldn’t be hard to do. My head is spinning so with the thought of such a windfall that I scarcely know how to spend it. I’ve got six to eight weeks to think about it, though. If you have any suggestions just let me know.
5 thoughts on “The Taxman Cometh”
I would put it in savings. You might rake in about 2 cents a quarter – if you’re savvy enough.>>Or you could invest. With a little luck, you wouldn’t magically lose thousands of dollars as your $5 stock plummets through the floor in an Enronian-like crisis.>>I like those odds!
the dollar store–more bang for your buck!
If you dig around in your couch cushions for the change for tax, you could get >1. one package of toilet paper>2. one box of Snow Caps>3. A garish ballerina trinket made in Indochina>4. A bottle of off-brand window cleaner>5. A 20 oz. bottle of Aquafina >at the dollar tree.>>Or buy a cup of coffee at the SC. >>Happy spending!
Two words for ya: Happy Hour.
I get the feeling some of you have experienced a five-dollar-windfall first hand.>>It’s a shame it’s not 1967 anymmore and the Ben Franklins store is gone. At a penney apiece I could’ve bought five hundred plastic army men.>>Candace’s idea sounds promising right now. With any charm at all I may be able to leave happy hour with my five bucks still intact.