Someone said that the only two things that are inevitable are death and taxes.
I ain't dead yet, but the tax man is doing his part. I have to stop and thank God that I have my health, and Milady and I are enjoying the fruits of our success. Our kids are grown, the grandkids are healthy, and that everyone has a good roof ad enough to eat.
Grandma and I still work, make a paycheck, and parlay two careers and a couple of little retirement accounts into a pretty comfortable life. But, we have no deductions and the tax-man whacks us hard.
This year, as last year, I am paying more in taxes than I made for many years. And, even with all that withholding, I still get the patriotic chore of writing the IRS a healthy check early next week.
For what I have, I am thankful, but I'd feel a whole lot better if the tax man didn't take such a wet bite out of my checking account.