Because of Covid, we got to pay our taxes way, WAY later this year. That was nice for us. I remember the first year we filed Indiana taxes, back in 2016 for the 2015 tax year. Through a miscommunication with our accountant, I didn’t realize that I needed to write a check to Indiana for taxes owed. In defense of my accountant, he communicated just fine (I discovered this after I was late). I just failed to follow directions. And so, we didn’t pay about $300 in taxes, but we e-filed, so they knew we didn’t pay our taxes. So they sent me a late notice, which looked like any other piece of junk mail, with words like “ACTION REQUIRED” and “IMPORTANT OFFICIAL NOTIFICATION” on it. It was likely recycled. So by the time “SECOND NOTICE” came, I opened it. By the time I paid it, around this time of year, I owed an additional $450 in interest and penalties. It also remains the only blip on Travis’ and my credit report. I wanted to argue that when the government receives over twice what it was owed for paying three months late, I should get a pass on the credit report. And this year, it wouldn’t have even been late. And I let the state know that we owed by e-filing. I’m smart like that. Maybe Indiana can start auto-withdrawing so idiots like me can continue to slip through the cracks. 

That aside, this years taxes appear to be uneventful. The taxes are paid and mailed, certified mail. The excitement for this week is that we bought another car for our fleet, because my nephew Kurt was selling my brother in law Gottfried’s old car. Kurt has his second child on the way and the old two door isn’t going to cut it with two car seats. It was a good deal and it has powerful sentimental value, as Goff was one of my best friends.  Although it is now the oldest car in the fleet (2002 or 2003), it has half the miles of our Acura (210,000+ miles), so it’s practically a baby. Kurt even delivered it. The day he delivered it, I had my Uncle Francis and three of my sisters (one happens to be Kurt’s mom) over for a visit. That’s probably not a coincidence. So now, I did what I said I would never do. I own five cars. And Trent owns his own car. Our driveway looks like a used car lot. In fact, it’s worse than a used car lot because we have my sister’s old broken freezer chest in the driveway, as well as a trailer that Travis’ parents gave to us. We’re classy like that. I’m going to take care of it… Soon… When I have time. I’ll keep you posted. At least you’re not my neighbor. Have a great week everyone!