Tax Dodging
Yeah, yeah, yeah...it's not what you're thinking. No, I'm not plotting some way to avoid paying taxes. I'm not a huge corporation with friends in Washington after all. I'm merely referring to my annual dodging of the hunt for the various and sundry official documents, receipts, crumpled post-it-notes and miscellanea that comprise my personal tax filing system. Yeah, I have a small file that holds all things tax related over the course of the year...when I can remember to put the papers and such in there and when I can find it under the usual flotsam and jetsam of my "office" but as always there are bits and pieces that get away and I end up spending an inordinate amount of time searching for those bits.
Every year I swear I'm going to do my taxes as soon as I get my W-2's, and every year I put it off as long as possible...like until DH starts bugging me to get the info to him so he can get it to the accountant. Yes, I said accountant and can I just confess here and now how relieved I am that we FINALLY have one? Did I mention that I was the accountant for the first 20-some years of our marriage? Me? The one in the family who can't "borrow" and "carry" without having to first remove her shoes?
So, having set aside 3 of the last 4 weekends for at least starting to gather all my "stuff" so I can see what's missing I guess I need to bite the bullet and begin. (I was out of town for the one weekend that I hadn't dedicated to taxes.) Notice how I decided to do a blog entry after more than a month's hiatus INSTEAD of getting the taxes out? Yep, I'm that dedicated a procrastinator. Gosh, if I had the same dedication to completing the taxes as I have to avoiding them, then life would be sooo much better.
O.K. Off to get the file and the calculator. Sigh. Have I mentioned that I hate this?? Maybe next time I'll offer my sister that I'll go get her root canal - without anesthesia - if she'll do my tax prep. She's much better with numbers, after all.
Pencil sharpener, here I come.
5 comments:
Did you ever notice: When you put the 2 words 'The' and 'IRS' together it spells 'Theirs?'
A post about how most of us do it!!! Hope you are doing well!
I will trade with you!
I will do your books and You can do my next root canal- broken tooth and all!
Mark, it's always theirs. We just get to borrow a tiny bit of it for a short while.
Jenny, glad to hear I'm not alone.
Mere, gladly. I need new teeth anyway. It's my theory for why humans are a bad design. We lose our first set of teeth at the age of 6 and are expected to go the rest of our lives with what we grow out then. It's a raw deal. Even horses get multiple sets!
And I'm leaving a comment on your blog instead of doing my taxes.
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