The Perfect Tax Return
I usually get a hefty tax return because I get to claim the house or something, and this year was no different. My friend Marline does my taxes, for which I take her out for a nice lunch. Again, this year will prove no different. What is notable is that, factoring in the price of lunch, this year’s return is exactly the price of this Louis Vuitton Monogram Canvas Coffret Tresor that I’ve been eyeing for over a year - right down to the dollar.
I think you know the dilemma here. Obviously, there is a cosmic sign that should not be ignored, because when you ignore the gentle nudge of the universe bad things invariably happen. It’s pretty clear that this hard-sided bit of Louis luggage was just meant to be carried into my wedding suite in someone’s white-gloved hands (I don’t care if I have to wear the white gloves myself).
The practical side of me knows that almost all of this tax return has already been earmarked for wedding expenses pending on my American Express card, and despite my devil-may-care front, at heart I’m a responsible adult, whose head may often be in the clouds, but whose non-Louis-clad feet are decidedly on the ground.
One Louis will have to do. (At least until the next tax return.)