I actually pit myself for writing sloppily, but I figure (heh) this will be a more interesting thread title. I was just calculating my taxes and had a little meltdown when I saw I would have to pay in nearly a thousand dollars. I had a snit, a largely selfish rant than spilled over into political diatribe (“fuck Bush!”). Then I reviewed the numbers. I had written some interest payments that were actuall $7—.-- on a worksheet, then added it as if it were a $2—.–. It’s stupid because I usually cross my sevens, but this time I didn’t. I don’t know why I went against habit. It turns out all is well, and there will even be some coming back to me rather than buy shields for a hummer in Iraq or buy milk for impoverished youth. It’ll pay a week’s rent at some cabin this summer instead. What a relief. But fuck Bush anyway.
This Pitting is brought to you by the num–
Ah, fuck it.
This is why tax software is worth your money. It does those worksheets for you. Also, 2 and 7 are fairly distinct on a computer screen.
I pit the numbers 2 and 7
And the letter “H.”
(Sorry. I had a Sesame Street flashback.)
Damn! Blink for five seconds…