Gripe

I just went through and did the general overview of my taxes. I am in one seriously pissy mood now, which is sad considering the gloriousness of the day. Why don’t we do our taxes in a depressing month, like January, instead of April? You’re inside feeling all gloomy in January anyway, might as well write a cheque out to the government while you’re sitting there.
I do not have the head for taxes. I do not understand why it has to be so bloody confusing. I don’t want to hear how you don’t find it confusing at all. Yes, you are smarter. Yes, I am dumb.
I probably knit better than you do, though.
My taxes are, in theory, not that hard. That is what everyone tells me. What everyone doesn’t realize is that I’m an airhead, and airheads aren’t known for being especially organized.
That means I have no fucking clue what I paid in property taxes last year because I can’t find the receipt (yet I have filed away the receipt for 2006 and 2007 in the appropriate folder). In order to claim that expense will involve tearing apart my entire house. I can’t imagine it’ll make a big dent in what I owe.
I have no fucking clue what my professional dues were because I can only find one receipt, the other is just a page with no number on it. I can figure it out by going through old M/C bills because you know, that’ll be fun.
On and on it goes. It takes me so much time and energy to get it all together, more than it does to actually do the taxes.
And for some reason, I do Steve’s. Mostly because it annoys me that he procrastinates, especially since we usually have to pay and that means interest payments and paying the government interest? yeah, not going to happen.
The good news, even without putting in all my deductions, or Steve’s deductions, I have enough money on hand to pay the taxes, and will probably have a bit left-over to buy a couple of bottles of wine. The bad news is, we have pay taxes.
I’m really looking forward to that glass of wine.
Maybe I’ll go sit on the deck and have a glass right now to dull the irritance.