(from Monday, January 15, 2007: "Tax Deduction")
This will be the last time I'll address this issue, lest bitterness o'er take me.
Yesterday I finished our taxes. First, let me be the first to say that some of the government's rules are so complicated (after you read the line instructions, you get sent to a table, only to be sent to a dreaded Publication), that you really do need a tax advisor to sort it out, especially if you have a home office. But since I refused to pay a fee to a guy who only shows up in the world seasonally, I did all the figurin' myself.
As expected, the results were disheartening. Why, oh why, won't they give me a pre-deduction for Baby Dowdel? I've got a sonogram picture, what more do they need?
So, I shall end with this lingering question: what does a refund feel like? Is it warm and fuzzy, like I imagine it is? Does it snuggle up with you at night as you dream of ways to spend it? Do you whisper sweet nothings to it?
*sigh*
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2 comments:
I'll tell you how it feels Liza....you dream at night thinking which bill collector you will pay first! ha! ha! lol
That's lame, Chris! :) I could do that without a refund! I saw the other day that the average refund is over $2K. That just made me extraspecially annoyed! :)
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