da taxes

Finally got our taxes in the mail today. We couldn't have done it without our wonderful friend who works for apple pie.

I think dropping that bulky folder in the mail is akin to going through customs. "Do you have anything to declare?" That question can make any law-abiding person question himself - what if I forget to declare something? "I'm sorry, I forgot about the banjo-playing frog carved from a walnut! I swear!" And then you picture them hauling you away to a foreign prison, never to see your family again.

I was so nervous coming back from Venezuela that I actually declared the vanilla Oreos that I bought. The customs guy just laughed and waved me through. But one time a California border guy confiscated my friend's oranges - can't have foreign fruits associating with their fruits, apparently. Must be a bad influence. Think of the chaos that would ensue! "Human sacrifice, dogs and cats, living together...mass hysteria!"

So I guess I'll be checking my bank account every day, praying that the refund shows up asap.