As is our tradition, we have waited until the last minute to start our taxes. This weekend, I loaded the TurboTax that we bought in January. I did my quarterly returns and W4D spent hours sorting receipts and getting everything organized. As usual, he chastised me for not posting my monthly business expenses instead of just dumping everything into file boxes, which I might add, I dump in a sort of reverse ordered chaos.
His stuff isn't organized any better than my records but he still always snaps at me about not posting expenses in the ledger on a monthly basis. We always get a little testy with each other when we do the taxes. It's better now that we have used TurboTax for years but we still procrastinate and hurl bookkeeping accusations and financial insults at each other. DH snaps. I curse and use my full vocabulary of vile words. It doesn't mean anything, it's just tradition, part of doing the taxes.
Yesterday early evening, I was actually humming while sorting receipts and posting ledgers. W4D asked, "Did you take a Valium?"
"Bite my ass."
"I guess that answers my question."
2 comments:
i will be finishing the hippie's taxes tonight, since his are complicated, and it's me reading all the tax laws, and figuring out how to calculate a freaking cost basis. my taxes, done. his? sort of a work in progress. i can really relate to that whole procrastination thing...
valium sounds pretty great about now, by the way...
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