"Our new Constitution is now established, and has an appearance that promises permanency; but in this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes. "
~Benjamin Franklin, in a letter to Jean-Baptiste Leroy, 1789
Okay, this post is mostly me venting about taxes. But since I suffered a miscarriage on April 15, 1996, those two words are even more closely related in my mind. Income taxes could drive me to drink, which would be another "D" word, I suppose.
So here is another quote, linking these subjects:
It's income tax time again, Americans: time to gather up those receipts, get out those tax forms, sharpen up that pencil, and stab yourself in the aorta.
Why do I do this to myself?
Most of our tax stuff is pretty straightforward. Copy a bunch of numbers off of silly forms. But some of it isn't as easy. Like tracking what I made for mystery shopping, or <groan> tracking what we actually paid (per the IRS) for employee stock purchases in 2010.
Every. Single. Year. Every year. I swear I'm going to actually take the 30 seconds necessary to track this garbage. So that NEXT YEAR, I'll be able to easily file my return and hopefully quickly get a refund. You know, in January. Or at least early February.
My 2011 tracking went through March. <sigh> (Which is an improvement. My 2010 tracking had only gone through February, and in 2009, I never started it until I needed it for filing.)
At least I have three months worth I don't have to do today. That counts for something. I guess.
I don't even know where to find the stock information though. BUT... I did get my 2011 purchases all recorded, so I won't have to look for that next year.
So, bloggy break is over. Time to get back to getting my tax records together.
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