Tax Time

I’m doing my taxes. And Steve’s taxes. Why I’m doing this is a mystery because when it comes to taxes-money-investing I’m as stupid as they come. I just can’t get my head around any of it nor do I care. There is nothing I find more boring than finance talk. When I was in university my then-boyfriend did my taxes for several years because it was right up his alley. I need a tax-doing boy toy now.
In the past I have been really flippant about my taxes. I made no effort what-so-ever to determine what deducations I can claim because I had all the money in the world. Now the world has taken all my money (or rather, I became a stay-at-home Mom and that my friends amounts to the world taking all my money) and I suddenly care about how much money I give the government. I mean, if I don’t have to give it to them, why should I?
Unfortunately my filing practice didn’t suddenly become less-flippant in the last year and there are many things I could have claimed, if only I had kept the receipts, particularly medical expenses. That’ll teach me. From now on, all possible claimable receipts will be filed into the tax folder. I’m saying it here to hold myself accountable.
Next year I’ll be whining about the same damn thing and will probably only have a handful of receipts but I vow to try.
I’m in a bad mood. Stupid taxes.