Well, it's that time of year again. The weather's warming, the sky's weeping, and the checkbook's frowning. Yes, we did our taxes over the weekend and when you wait until April to file, it can only mean one thing: You owe Uncle Sam.
My husband owns an S-Corp business and I'm a self-employed writer. This is not good.
We've had the same tax guy for years and from the time I started writing for income, I handled my tax documents in a way that made perfect sense from my right-brained perspective. One envelope for receipts and one for income. But apparently this is unwieldy and time-consuming for our tax guy. Does he not know that asking me to do math is a cruel and dangerous thing? But I pulled up my big girl boots and (gasp!) did the math this year. He was so impressed. Funny, I wasn't so impressed with his numbers. Would he be offended if I asked him to pull out the calculator and try again?
But, I'm hoping things are happier at your house, that you could hardly wait until you got your W-2 to file, that even now there's a juicy check in your mailbox just waiting for your eager fingers.
Just for fun, how about posting a :-) if you're getting a refund and a :-( if you're not? Allow me to start . . . :-(
Labels: IRS, refund, taxes