Red Mosquito

spike wrote:We owe a ton of federal tax and will once again be penalized for being so far off the estimate. The wife maxed out her withholding ls this go around and it’s worse than ever.

96583UP wrote:what's the penalty like for that?

like 1-2% ?

Ms Harmless wrote:cried until I threw up, really fun

spike wrote:

96583UP wrote:what's the penalty like for that?

like 1-2% ?

It’s like $400-500 for each of us since we file jointly.

tommy wrote:

Ms Harmless wrote:cried until I threw up, really fun

Sorry. I hope you're feeling better now.

spike wrote:

96583UP wrote:what's the penalty like for that?

like 1-2% ?

It’s like $400-500 for each of us since we file jointly.

Higgs wrote:

spike wrote:

96583UP wrote:what's the penalty like for that?

like 1-2% ?

It’s like $400-500 for each of us since we file jointly.

I am not looking forward to doing our tax for last year at all. Had huge bills each year for the last 4, don't expect this one to be that much different. So much fun.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:Fucking hell sorry Burt.

BurtReynolds wrote:what a fucking day.

Uhaul called me at the last minute and said they didn't have the truck I paid for a week ago, so they gave me a huge one that I had to Uber across town for. Then the movers were supposed to take 2 hours, but they took about 3 and a half before I finally told them to leave, and they did a shitty job of loading. I spent the next 5 hours loading what was left myself, cleaning the apartment and running last minute errands. Didn't hit the road until 6 pm. The trip was going well, and my dog seemed comfortable enough that he wouldn't die, but then I entered America's asshole: west Louisiana. Real True Detective territory... all the motels were either full, didn't take pets, or it was impossible to park my giant fucking truck anywhere near it. I fought sleep to finally find a place almost in Houston. Lost my phone. Spent an hour looking for and drove back to the gas station to see if was there. Turns out it fell out of my pocket when I was rummaging through the mess that used to be my belongings in the back of the truck.


too wired to sleep now.

doug rr wrote:laundry, vacuuming, stove top cleaning