Tax Season: Because Adulting Isn’t Already Hard Enough

It’s April, and it’s tax filing time, aka the month when Bill and I debate whether it would be easier to file our taxes or to abandon our life and live off the grid in the wilderness, foraging for berries and collecting rainwater.

As if tax filing wasn’t stressful enough, this year one of us briefly misplaced the file containing our tax paperwork, delaying our filing. Eventually, we found the file under a giant wooden fish in the guest bedroom, and don’t ask me who put it there or why, because I have no answers.

I can tell you this though: There’s something about doing taxes that really makes me want to throw a load of tea in a harbor, you can have a nice afternoon, or you can sit down with your husband to do your taxes, but you cannot have both and it’s highly likely we will be in jail in the near future. Har har har.

On the bright side, we plan to go crazy spending our tax refund. We will probably split a Big Mac and maybe buy name-brand potato chips with what’s left over, perhaps an avocado too.