Oh, my. Today is April 15. And we all know what THAT means.
Our taxes were filed months ago, and our refund is in the bank. We try not to have one, but, this year we miscalculated. Uncle Sam used our money for a while, and was nice enough to give it back. Coulda used the interest....
But Ethan's needs to be filed. I am taking care of that today. Except...he forgot to sign it. Someone else, who shall remain nameless, is going to do that for him. Hence the above warning.
For your listening entertainment, and the salving of the wounds associated with today, enjoy the following. Simplistic, yes. Not completely true, probably. But cuddle up with your blanky and take the blue pill for a little break.
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Interest? You mean, like on money that's in the bank or invested somewhere? I thought that was something of the past. Good golly, the kids' passbook savings are earning right now a whoppin' 1/20th of 1%. It takes $2000 in the bank for them to earn a dollar of interest in a year.
We too miscalculated very much on our taxes, and got back a refund bigger than we usually pay in for the whole year's worth of estimated taxes. But I was in no hurry to get it to the bank. Even with our "high interest" account, I figure the gas money to take the check to the nearby bank was more than we would've earned in interest for those weeks that the [quite large] check sat on my desk until we happened to be driving through that part of town on another errand.
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