Saturday, April 16, 2005
A little Tax Day Story...
At 10:48 pm on April 15th my telephone rings. I say "Hello?" Number One daughter says "Hey, momma..." We pause. This is the clue that she wants something from me.
What will it be? Money? A ride? An alibi?
"Soooooo... how long does it take to do taxes?"
Oh Holy Mother of Substantial Penalties... She has to learn sometime, huh?