Ha. Alissa understands that title.
So my father finally explained (in a way I understood; he had explained it many times before when I hadn't understood) why it behooves our fair government to tax us too much during the year and then send big checks to make up the difference. But I definitely think there's a psychological element to it, too -- the money I'll get from Uncle Sam in a couple weeks will be far more exciting than if it were just tacked onto my paychecks where it should have been in the first place. Something nice about a big lump sum, which I suppose is why lottery winners always choose their prizes that way even when it means they get less money in the end. That poster-sized check is kind of irresistible.
Anyway, I'm already sort of scheming what to do with it. I really might go on a writers' retreat this summer, hopefully in the Midwest, where I will not be so dumb as to say y'all (note the correct usage and spelling! I can be taught) or to think that Kansas is somewhere it isn't.
Something about this weather lures me to this desk, where I sit and look out at the street and write about nothing. Yes, it is snowing, but I need to get up and recognize that this very very nice weekend is over and that tomorrow will be Tuesday. If you're not ready to accept that yet either, this was a great article on the real Hotel Rwanda.
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My Gran's an accountant and she always tries to convince us to change our deduction amount so that we only have the government take out the right amount, and the rest stays in our pockets. Something about being able to invest the money up front, or something like that.
So far, though, Ernie and I have been either unwilling or unable to figure out how to do that. There's something really appealing about getting a check back in the spring...we always use it for a vacation, or a new toy (iPod) or something for the house...seems to me if we had that money every month, we'd never really do those things.
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