Good news = taxes, surprisingly enough

In the last four out of five years, I've owed a bundle at tax time. Imagine owing 15% of your yearly income on April 15th, and imagine that you haven't been able to save up 15% of your yearly income and so then you have to pay it in an installment plan which makes it very difficult to pay the next 15%, and the cycle repeats itself.

Well, the good news is that I spent a lot of money last year (long trip o' doom helped) and, as a consequence, I don't owe taxes this year. I won't have to pay--or I might even get a tiny, tiny refund.

I cannot tell you how happy this makes me. I mean, I was kind of predicting it, but still, I am overwhelmingly relieved. I want to buy a house at the end of the year, and this is one of the better pieces of news.

*does the tax dance of joy (a very rare dance, let me tell you!)*

valismort commands...

...that you have spaghetti tonight, for 'tis Spaghetti Night in the Fabled Apartment of Mighty Mightiness.

Nom nom nom.

(Unless you don't like spaghetti. Or you're afraid of carbs. But if you're afraid of carbs, I'm sorry, you're not allowed on my Death Eater Flist, because Death Eating is all about carbs. Mmmm. Carbs. We don't have Dark Revels, as you know; we have Dark Chocolate Revels. More carbs for the cause!)