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.