adventures in income tax.

Canadian Income taxes were due last week. April the 30th to be exact, and for the past week and a half, I have tried without success to mail in the required income tax returns. Everyday, upon leaving the house, a little thought bubble appears, hovering right above my left hemisphere, whispering urgently in my ear. ‘Mail in your tax returns, woman! Remember you must mail ‘em in!’ Everyday, I nod and say, ‘Yes. Must get that done today. Must remember to mail them in.’ And everyday, without fail, I forget my little promise to the thought bubble as soon as my foot touches the pavement outside our flat. In a puff it is gone and I go about my day oblivious to the promise I made to get the task done. Today seems to be no exception.

Ventured outside for an early morning stroll. The little thought bubble whispering imperatively in my ear, excited by the prospect of meeting the shiny red mailbox that inhabits the corner of a street a few blocks down. Nodding to it, I gathered my stuff and headed off in the direction of the mailbox. Five minutes later, the thought bubble and I, high on the euphoria of finally remembering to find a mailbox, approached it with glee. Yanking its lid open, I riffled through my bag to find that the returns were not there. Frantic I searched, only to remember that I had not placed them in my bag, but had left them on the front entry hall table. Having failed in our quest to finally mail those dagnabitbastardly income tax returns, the thought bubble and I, slunk home feeling quite dejected.

Hopefully we’ll have better luck next time.