Dirty Business

I changed the oil in my car today.

Yay me.

It was really, really easy. I honestly thought that it would be a lot more difficult. The only sticky wicket I had was trying to get the oil filter out. It was in a really awkward place, but I got it eventually. I'm ridiculously proud of myself, and I feel just a little more self-sufficient than I was before.

The only part of the whole process that really bothered me was the possibility of the car falling on me. Shudder. 

Does that make me weird?


Don't answer that.

The IRS

So, how screwed are you when you're so poor that even the IRS won't collect on you?

I'd really appreciate it if someone would let me know because I'm apparently there.

I'm still a little shell-shocked to tell you the truth. Because believe you me, it was with much fear and trepidation that I called the IRS to tell them that I wanted to do something to take care of the insanely large (well, at least to me) amount of money that I owe them. So, I finally pulled myself up by the bootstraps, called and explained myself to the surprisingly nice lady on the other end of the line. She asked for my financial info, and based on that, my account is considered not collectible at this time.

Hmmm.

Like I said, you're some kind of screwed when even the IRS understands that they can't get any money from you.