I remember a time when tax day was something to kind of look forward to, back when I had a full-time job that held some money back from me every year and a few minutes banging on the ole TurboTax machine gave the promise of hundreds of dollars in refunds. Then I quit that, started freelancing and took a part time job that didn’t even withhold enough money to help me this year, and now every April promises to be a Battan death march plowing through my meager savings account and delaying my dreams of buying a new surfboard for the 15th consecutive year. But what are we to do until President Ron Paul chucks out the whole tax code?
Let’s commiserate or gloat again: Are you getting a refund this year, or do you owe? How much? You can be anonymous in the comments if you like, but then we can’t hit you up to buy us pity beers with your sweet refund. Whoever has the biggest number wins a free high five (which, after taxes, is only about a high two)! I’ll start with my own awful payment I made this morning.