// To the IRS with love?//
It’s that time of year again. Taxes. The most dreaded time, except maybe for voting. I hate voting - I do it out of necessity, but it makes me crazy. But taxes? (Sigh) Looking for reciepts I know I have, but have gone missing, waiting for 1099’s, 1098’s, W-2’s, and bank statements and such to come in….then losing everything again before I get my forms together!!! I think of how often I filed the return only to have a forgotten account form come in a week later, and have to file an ammended return! One year I had to ammend three times. Sometimes freelance work sucks.
This year, I decided not to even look at the forms until the end of February. I have already found my “Recipt Envelope”, unfortunately it’s empty, which means I have to scour my desk, my to be filed box and every junk drawer in the house. Oh, and my car. It always surprises me how many recipts end up in the glove box or under the third bench in my van.
All this in hopes that my taxes will break even. I am not fond of paying taxes, or even of refunds. I mean, think about it: If we owe taxes, we are charged a penalty for not having them in before the end of the year. If we get a refund, we are not able to earn any interest on what the government owes us. Doesn’t seem fair if you ask me.
So here is to tax season (I go take a xanax and prescription tylenol with a glass of wine), may we all break even.


