Luxury larger than standing tall and independently, frolicking free from gravity?

Doing so in five-inch Bottega Veneta platforms, dipped in silver watersnake. 

Paid for with your 2006 tax return.

A few coffee dates with your Mr. Numbers, and you’ve accounted for and sent your taxes to Uncle Sammy.  And whlie you’ve had better conversating over soy lattes, your last year in review hinted at more money making for your double-oh-seven, should you keep hustling hard and playing smart, and —

Investing in skyscraper heels for girling about town to biz-related events you must attend and give air kisses at.

Smell a tax write off, doll?