Explaining It All

No one should be surprised if I do or say anything especially strange these days....

It's called T.A.X. T.I.M.E.

I finally muddled through my 1040EZ (now that is an oxymoron if there ever was one) for the good old U.S. of A. Then, Oregon was clamoring for her share so I labored even longer over my 40S or N or P (or something like that).

I must add my favorite refrain: "I'm not complaining." I just wish it all made a little more sense. Could this stuff really be more complicated if it was supposed to be hard?