White Line Fever

I’m not getting much writing done these last two weeks because I’ve been working on taxes and wasting even more time worrying about my taxes. And hey, it’s only money…right? But I’m going to have to do something very adult and write the IRS a check.


The other adult measure I’ll be making is slowing the Hell down on the two-lane highway, which carries me from the interstate to the Middle of the Middle of Nowhere. Once upon a time I could whoosh down the highway through the grasslands somewhere between 80-90. When I was driving the wee sports car I would usually drive around 100. I like to drive fast. Fast gets me there faster. But now the state highway patrol, in an effort to make the road safer, has painted white lines every mile marker. They can now catch speeders via aircraft.




Can I write off my speeding tickets?

About Laura

When my nest emptied I moved from the big city to a little big town to tend to a ramshackle yellow house on the edge of town. These are my Yellow House Days.
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2 Responses to White Line Fever

  1. There’s one thing worse than paying taxes… not owing any taxes. I just signed my taxes return. It made my heart sink.


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