Where to begin? Where to begin?

Perhaps I should start at the beginning...I was born in a log cabin in the backwoods of....oh, never mind. That's not gonna work.

I'm learning to surf because of the extreme financial strain I'm in right now. Lost my job at the exact same time I started to get mail from the Dept of Revenue, about all the $ we (my husband and I, even though he's a dog and an idiot) owe from 2007, 2008, 2010 etc.  It's confusing to get a different letter each week, with a different ID #, saying we (really, I, because the dog idiot isn't paying a thing) owe a different amount.

I was mistaken in thinking I'd always have my job. Take my advice: don't ever do that.  I'd worked there for 20+ years. I was a manager! How could they let me go?  Ironically I'd been telling everyone in our office that no one, NO ONE is indispensable. hA I proved that beautifully. It's a painful lesson, given to the teacher.