Tax Season Surprise

Eat Taxes for Dinner Ten years of 1040s nibbled by the tiniest of tiny teeth like zippers that traveled back and forth across the top of my marital status my¬†earnings, my dependents, my citizenry and found home. My cold cabinet in the gray garage¬†made warm in even the harshest of mountain winters by pipsqueaks who... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: