Friday, February 27, 2009
Baby, I don't know where you received your CPA, but this is bullshit. I did everything you asked. I gathered all of my receipts, including the ones from my car and the ones shoved beneath the couch cushions. I got all these stupid forms and I am paying you $100 an hour and YOUR TINY ADORABLE FINGERS are too small and uncoordinated to work the buttons on the fancy calculator I bought specifically for this occasion. Listen here stubby, a polo shirt and a stack of Post-Its do not make you a tax preparation expert...now let's talk tax credits...hello? HELLO BABY! Are you asleep? You're asleep. And drooling on my new calculator. I hate you, baby.