I finally finished my taxes (and by “finished my taxes” I mean I finally finished scanning all of my documents and adding up all my expenses to send to a CPA who is actually going to finish my taxes) and I feel like a new woman.
Or like, a lioness.
In order for me to continue on with any acts of usefulness on this earth, I had to drum up some praises for my feat.
My next act of usefulness was writing this blog though, so I can understand why some may question my taking up of space here in the universe.
I’m still working with my fancy lady interior designer. Whenever I buy a piece of furniture, I send my mom a picture. Then my mom writes back and tells me that she has something similar from a thrift store in Florida, but she only paid like seven dollars for hers.
Today I texted her a picture of a totally hip dresser I bought.
At first, we squabbled about whether or not what I bought is called a dresser, and then she texted me a picture of her own similar dresser.
Then she called me and told me I was being a smart-ass.
And I didn’t disagree.
And I’m still thankful to have a kooky mom who likes to talk about furniture finds with me.
Maybe next year I can turn the dresser into a tax write-off.