Tax Season

Rob is madly frustrated right now, sitting in front of his computer trying to figure out how to do his tax.

Argh, it is that season again. I already did mine--I had to apply for student loan for next year before March, 1, and I had to do my tax before I could reply. And actually, it was good. I got some money back, which is also why I am not completely crazy yet with before poor--I had an extra 20 dollars taken out each paycheck to cover things such these, and my paying tuition last year gave me a whole bunch of credit.

(Rob: "I don't know where anything is! I am going to die....someone is going to come get me!")

It's kind of fun to see him freaking like this, cause he usually is so buddha-like. (Had to run to do damange-control soothing just now.)

Maybe shouldn't blog anymore. Heh heh. My baby needs emotional support.

It is tax season. (One great thing about being poor.....I don't need to pay a whole lot of tax at the end of the year.)