Hi Ho the Glamorous Life!

Oh, where to begin?

So many exciting moments – let me see if I can remember any…

May: letter received from the IRS – blah, blah, blah, and your employer didn’t pay your 2006 federal tax. Show us proof and/or pay up; or face big fines. Copies of my documents are mailed to the IRS as (I assume) requested.
(If you’ve ever received one of those letters you know what I am talking about.)

May: Nor’easter barrels up the Atlantic coast knocking down power lines and depositing a huge tree branch directly across the road blocking the way from my apartment to the main highway. When I attempt to move the branch to make way around it, my back blows out and I am in extreme pain for the next two months.

June: New York Day trip to get reacquainted with a childhood friend turns into a mind-blowing experience and one of the best days of my life.

June: Dental appt. Things are looking good. Yes!

July: Auto insurance mix-up and no human available to help clean up the misunderstanding.

July: Trip to New Orleans for 50-year Reunion of Romano Dance Group. It was absolute heaven for four days.

July: Enjoyed a good time and good food with a friend who took me out for dinner to celebrate my birthday.

July: Received a reply from the IRS asking for more information from the employer.

All relevant paperwork sent by my employer was copied and mailed to the IRS with a note saying that since I am an employee and not a contractor, if more information is required regarding this matter, please contact the employer.

August: Enjoyed a lovely evening out with two friends.

August: Insurance Company awakens and realizes their error. But, no apology is given.

August: Visited by excruciating pain in lower back that turns out to be the movement of a kidney stone. (Oh, joy!) This will be my fifth if it passes without complications.

August: after a hectic day at work I decided to take myself out for a cocktail at a --- bar. It was great fun and I felt more connected than I have in over a year.

August: IRS confirms receipt of my previous letter and writes that they will take all info into consideration; meanwhile if I think I owe the amount in question I should pay it before being slapped with late charges. Oh, and they will let me know the outcome of their investigation within 30 days. WTF?

August: Hurricane Gustav threatens the Gulf and I reach the sister as she is about to evacuate.

September: Sister and family are safe in Memphis, though she’s not a happy camper.

September: Last night. Finally pass the kidney stone and strangely happy to have captured the little fucker in a sieve for future examination.

That’s it.

So, Hi Ho the Glamorous Life.

Yeah, right.

Taxi! Drive me off this movie.

And so it goes.

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