The girl is trying to do her taxes online, only taxes irritate her very much, just like her parents.
Back in the olden days a person just picked up the forms at the library. Short form? Long form? For someone like Maria, it would be short form.
This would take about ten minutes to fill out. Stamp the envelope. Boom, done.
But not anymore. Now there is software and a million-zillion irrelevant questions.
She got so befuddled in all the questions she finally rushed at me with her lap top and hollered, "Look at this! What do I do with this??"
It was a list of questions. First question: "Did you put into use during the year any commercially leased equipment?"
Pretty sure she did not.
"Have you ever been convicted of a felony?"
I looked over at her. Doubtful.
Then it was something about installing restaurant equipment on an Indian Reservation.
That's where I lost it and could not quit laughing. Maria knows nothing about restaurant equipment and has never been up north at the reservation, though it would be a nice gig if she had.
Oh merciful heavens.
We did get it done. I paid the $27 for the state return. She's going to be fine.
Miss Maria, I do love you so incredibly much. Thank you for being your weird self and cracking us up.
Onward. Life has never been better. love you so, MOM
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