When I was a little girl, we lived on a farm. We had a tax man that nobody liked. He counted every bit of livestock, chickens, and even came in the house to see if our linoleum went clear to the wall on all four sides.My mother always tried to be gracious to him like she was with everyone else, but I am sure it was at times difficult.
Taxes took the profit right off the top sometimes.
I do remember, though, that he never got rolls and coffee like other visitors.
Now days we don't live on a farm. I am sure that the farmers still are taxed on their animals, just like my folks were, but wall to wall linoleum? I don't think so.
I wish you all good thoughts at tax time, personal and federal, and state.
Where have you been, Lu? Come back! :)
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