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March 13, 2003-7:35 p.m. I�m really beatdown , y�all. I wanted to have the Save Bubba page up and ready to go by tomorrow. We needed to get a bank account opened to take the donations and then it would take a few days to get the Pay Pal account activated. Bubba and his wife talked to their bank and got some information on what needed to be done. They were told that the account should not be in either of their names. Wanting to try and get this done, I called Daddy. He spoke with someone at his bank who told him that he should probably consult an attorney or a CPA to be sure that income tax would not be charged on the donations. He called his accountant and she called the bank (Bubba�s bank that Daddy didn�t wanted to deal with) because she had set something like this up with them in the past. This afternoon, she tells Daddy the exact same things that my sister-in-law had already been told by a lady at the bank. The lady that Daddy�s CPA has dealt with is out of the office today and they need Bubba�s social security number to open the account. So hopefully, sometime tomorrow, we�ll at least have a bank account and an address we can post on the site. Then sometime next week we�ll get the Pay Pal going. This morning I asked Daddy to do two things.
Have either of those tasks been accomplished? That would be �no.� I guess he thinks I have all of the fucking time in the world to get this done. I am more than a little peeved. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
