Hey Babe,
I gotta bone to pick with you! Remember this little agency called the IRS? Yeah, well, I got a letter in the mail yesterday. It seems you forgot pay the taxes in the years 2013, 2014, & 2015 and now they say YOU owe $26,210.79. BUT there's this little issue of you being DEAD! Which means I am responsible for this now. How dare you leave me holding the bag like this!? What am I supposed to do now? Sell plasma?
On the bright side, my friend Hope works for a CPA and she is helping me with filing extensions and doing the back taxes. With any luck, we'll break even and I won't need to pay the IRS anything. If you were not already dead, I hate to say it, but I'd probably kill ya.
Went dancing tonight and had great time. Danced all the dances and got a great workout. However, I cannot continue with the lessons. It's just too expensive. I would love to so if you run into the widow of a rich tycoon up there in heaven, see if she can put a bug in his ear and send him my direction.
That's it for now.
Love and miss you bunches,
Sunshine
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