Dear Uncle Sam,
Thank you for sucking us dry every paycheck of every year. I'm not being sarcastic; I say this in the most genuine heart of hearts.
You see, every 2 weeks, you trick us into thinking we owe you wayyy more than we actually do. But we continue to pay so that we don't go to jail.
And then, just when we have to start dipping into savings to break even, you drop us the most beautiful, bountiful surprise come the start of every spring:
Our tax refund. Oh, sweet refund.
Let me back up a little. This is completely our fault, actually. Matt never updated any of his tax forms when we got married or bought a house or when I quit my full time job. There were bundles of exemptions that we missed out on.
But now, this surprise has given us the opportunity to spiff the place up a little. Something we've been wanting to do for a long time now.
Wouldn't it be nice to be able to open the kitchen door again? It decided stop working about a year ago and nobody has entered or exited through it since then.
But the worst is the basement door. One of the windows broke and our solution was to nail a board up against the whole thing. Very ominous looking, isn't it? It kind of reminds me of a horror movie, which probably does the job of a security system, so that is kinda nice.
Next, the horrible "privacy" bushes that have grown so far and wide across our steps that I can barely get by. They are also full of yellow jackets, which makes for a very exciting exit strategy every day with Niall in my arms. But most importantly, they are straight up heinous. They gotta go.
I will also be painting the front door yellow: my favorite color. I can't tell you how happy this makes me. I seriously love this door, so now it will be that much better. The mailman actually drops our mail through that "letters" slot. I'm pretty sure I smile and clap every time he does.
And finally, we can fence the basement well so that I don't have to worry about my 15 month old plunging 10 feet onto a concrete slab when he's playing with his ball in the back yard.
So once again, thank you for swindling our money temporarily, Uncle Sam.
Niall and the fam
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