IRS, will you still love me tomorrow?
The current sorry state of the economy is my fault.
Oops. Sorry about that!
You see, the IRS was supposed to have directly deposited my stimulus check about three weeks ago. My bank account is all like "Bueller? Bueller?" and showing anemic balances every fifteen minutes when I compulsively check my balance online.
A long time ago, I heard a joke about the 3 biggest lies. They were (in this G-Rated version anyway):
- I'm from the government, and
I'm here to help you.
- The check is in the mail.
and
- Of course I'll respect you in the morning.
Lately, I've been thinking about that joke a lot as I wait for the IRS to get me my money. Ah, the ironing is delicious, as Bart would say.
The current sorry state of the economy is my fault.
Oops. Sorry about that!
You see, the IRS was supposed to have directly deposited my stimulus check about three weeks ago. My bank account is all like "Bueller? Bueller?" and showing anemic balances every fifteen minutes when I compulsively check my balance online.
A long time ago, I heard a joke about the 3 biggest lies. They were (in this G-Rated version anyway):
- I'm from the government, and
I'm here to help you.
- The check is in the mail.
and - Of course I'll respect you in the morning.
Lately, I've been thinking about that joke a lot as I wait for the IRS to get me my money. Ah, the ironing is delicious, as Bart would say.
Guess what? You fell off my feed again.
WHAT DO YOU KEEP DOING WITH YOUR BLOG TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN?
I wander over here, all, "haven't heard from Jeremy for a while, is he taking a blogging break?" and there are a hundred new posts. My reader shows nothing.
Seriously.
I'm going to resubscribe right now and see what happens.
Oh, and we don't have our money yet, either. And here I thought I was going to singlehandedly save the economy....