So I am required to collect sales tax on the art I sell. To do that I must have a sales permit and a business license. Most artists don't do this, I am sure. But we are supposed to. So Papa and I traipsed all over town taking care of the business license. Now I have to mail in my app for my sales permit.
At this point in life I need a business license? And I may never sell any more paintings. Sigh. But I am compliant.
But the process was fun. The folks at the county tax collectors office and county planning were all pleasant and helpful. No long lines. No hassle. One woman even remembered talking to me on the phone this morning. Enjoyed watchng the puffed up suits running around trying to look important.
I am the curious sort, so I liked poking around. Then Papa and I ate New Orleans food for lunch. Fried green tomatoes - hold the hollandaise. Add red beans, rice, and collards and I feel transported. Beer washes it down pretty well.
I did not need that chocolate cake tonight, but I had to get rid of it. Sigh.
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