Deciding to ruin my mood for the day, and possibly the week, I took upon myself to try to file all our papers.
You know: Statements for every frickin’ aspect of your life that you must save incase the IRS ever wants to do a body cavity search on you.
I hate filing. Every time we reorganize the system, becomes worse than before. ( I am for the everything has it’s pile system. *He * likes to put everything in little folders that have obsure names on it, like the names of the company dealing with (GMAC Finance) instead of plain old *Mortgag *. Sheesh!
So far, twenty minutes into the project, I’ve decided I would rather have a bikini wax in january than ever do this again.
Naturally, I’ve probably already tossed out receipts to things I’m suppose to save but haven’t. Hell, everything is in Mr. Ujest’s name, let the IRS do a probe on *him *
What won’t go away ever for you?