“Ir’s never what you expect” is what I expect my boyfriend Michael to say, along with these other expected sayings from Michael:
“But do you love …… OSCAR?” (whenever I tell Michael I love him).
“Has he shaved off his filthy beard?” (when I tell Michael that I’ve FaceTimed with my son, Aaron).
It’s never what I expect whenever I do my taxes, including yesterday, when I discovered that all that time and effort I had spent keeping track of the usual job-related education expenses was for nought, because of changes to the U.S. tax laws. After my tax software had prompted me to calculate and enter these expenses (like conferences, air travel, hotels, meals) yesterday morning, it unexpectedly flashed a screen that said,
Because of tax reform, job-related expenses are no longer deductible, unless you are
- A qualified performing artist .
- A fee-basis state or local government official
- A member of the National Guard or Military Reserve who had unreimbursed travel expenses for guard or reserve duties more than 100 miles from home
- Disabled and claiming expenses related to the impairment
- Provided with a minister housing allowance
I would have expected my tax software to tell me that BEFORE it prompted me, for about two hours, to enter all those expenses, but it’s never what you expect, is it?
I wonder if I’m a qualified performing artist because of the songs I’ve been writing, like this one:
I expect not.
My son Aaron told me yesterday not to expect to perform at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe this August, because neither of us have received notice of an assigned show venue yet. Aaron expects that if you lower your expectations, you won’t be disappointed. I still expect to perform, somehow.
You probably expect me to post photos from yesterday, but these photos might not be what you expect.
You might expect to see photos of other cats here (namely Oscar and Harley), but it’s never what you expect.
You might expect me to express gratitude at the end of my daily blog posts. but did you expect all this?