Thursday, February 02, 2006

Tax you very much

today's the day I unload 12 months worth of crumpled receipts and credit card statements on my CPA. She's a great lady. Not an ounce of humor anywhere in there. I've only met her once, and I'd prefer to remember her simply as a voice on the phone that asks questions about the intricate details of my financial life. And I'd prefer her to know me only as a collection of very very mundane details. Surely, as a worldly, well-paid New Yorker, she rolls her eyes when I tell her I spent something like $65 on unreimbursed business meals. But what the fuck? I live in Harrisburg, PA. I would have to TRY to spend more than $6 on lunch. At one of three restaurants: the mexican restaurant, the olive garden and the sandwich shop run by the lady with that thing on her eyelid. I lead one of the least exciting lives, financially, possible without taking a vow. Of course that won't keep the IRS from taking enough of it to put my son through a year of college.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

The Lone Ranger

Good guys ride a white horse, right? I've never been a big fan of white as a vehicle color. Well. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do - especially if that man's gotta wife who sends him ebay car listings for a week and a half straight. The newest Volvo in the fold is this '99 V70 GLT. So not only am I a two Volvo family, I am a two V70 family.
Isn't buying a car on Ebay like an internet bride? Shouldn't there be some "in-person" chemistry to a car purchase? I guess it's good. Keep me out of it emotionally. Although, if you saw how many times I hit the refresh button in the final two minutes of bidding, you'd think my house in the Hamptons was on the line.
And I'm donating the brick to charity - God rest it's fuel computer.