Taxes

It never ceases to amaze me how much I pay in taxes. 

I'm flat broke.  So much so that last April whatever (I can't bring myself to remember the day) I had to file an extension.

"Don't tell me what I owe" I said to my tax guy.  Let me live in denial.

Today, there was no beating denial.

I drove to his house to pick up the bad news.  I was met by his wife, Missy who is, frankly, the nicest woman on earth. 

"Hey girl, she said, hugging me.  Aren't you married yet?  You haven't changed a bit.  You look great."

I stopped receiving invitations to my tax guys Christmas party a while back.  He had a goofy gift exchange, I was quite the hit one Christmas Eve.

Maybe my tax guy flirted with me a little.  He said, "you look great Charmaine". He wasn't flirting, he was just being kind.

I was never invited back.

I know why.

I pay the price for single women that behave badly and have affairs with married men. If I ever meet that kind of woman...the type responsible for making married women fear me just because I'm single...I'll smack her in the head.