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I know. I hated to do that. But it's time to start thinking about taxes. I'm very organized, of course. I dump all of my receipts and income records in a big shoebox (my son's, from long ago!) and then along about this time of year I start eyeing it, sort of like you'd eye a couger that follows you alongside a forest trail. Sooner or later, the beast and I will find ourselves face to face and I have nowhere to hide.
In case you didn't get it, I hate doing taxes. Not everyone hates them the way I do, and that's OK. It takes all kinds, thankfully!
So I went to Dollar Stretcher to see what kind of tax tips they had and opened a whole 'nuther world. Here: Taxes (scroll), (then scroll some more).
Enough. I'll leave you to it. I'm going to call my tax accountant. Yeah... that's what I'll do.
"Hello, Uncle Sam? The check's in the mail."
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