Monday, April 14, 2008
So I guess all of us are feeling the pain of tax season right about now. With the deadline falling upon us tomorrow it's either doomsday or a beautiful day depending on how you made out in 2007. Nate seems to be feeling that pain more than I am as he happens to be sick - what a weekend to be sick. Maybe he just got so worked up about what we might have to pay that he made himself sick. He tends to do that whenever it comes to big events, holidays, and apparently now the trend continues for taxes. We missed the wedding we were scheduled to attend this weekend (and maybe that is why he got sick...for those of you who know the story of our wedding, it would all make sense. And he pretty much feels like death, or at least has felt like death the past few days. I've been playing caretaker to a very sick hubby.
As the financial registrar for our household, I take care of the typical tax season to-do's this time of year, which is just fine with me. I, as most of you know, tend to err on the side of obsessive Monica-like behavior, and keep files for just about everything, so this time of year is almost fun. Sickening, I know, but it gets to the part of me that would have been the CPA. Maybe in another life. For now, I just enjoy the organization, documenting information, organizing it, and then turning it over to someone's more capable hands to do all the real dirty work. As it turns out, this year is the first year in either of our short tax lives that Nate or I has ever had to pay taxes on the April 15 deadline. That's right, first time we've had to P-A-Y. Let me tell you what I felt like when I heard North Carolina was going to get even more of our money. That's right. Death. I wanted to crawl under a rock and scream at the top of my lungs. Don't worry, I didn't. But I did want to.
After all that we have been through with the terrible state of North Carolina, the very last thing I want to do is give them any more of my hard earned dollars. It took me a while to come to grips with it all, but I finally realized all it was that we owed was a portion of the earnings they didn't deduct when Nate switched jobs to FCS (in Arizona). The accountant there (who is now gone, and maybe we see why) didn't show him as an NC resident for several months, therefore we didn't pay any taxes during those months. So...when you look at it that way, it's not all that bad. And I didn't want to scream quite as loud anymore.
Why is it that we hate tax season so much? Is it because we hate giving the government, who we see doesn't do much with the money we do give them, even more money? Maybe we don't give enough away during the year (something I know we have been uber-conscious to do since we've been married)? Is it simply the hassle it creates in our lives? Well, whatever the reason, on the political end of the spectrum or the personal, it's no fun no matter how we look at it. All I know is that it's inevitable, so we best be on board before we get caught. Celine Dion has this song called Rain, Tax ironically enough...and the chorus has a verse:
Rain, tax
After lightening the thunder blast
Sooner or later
It had to come through
(It's inevitable)
Nate will get over his sickness (hopefully) and we will get past tomorrow (hopefully) both without achieving death (hopefully). I don't even want to know what it's going to look like next year when BT is in the picture bringing us all kinds of fun additions to our tax situation. Good thing love is bigger than taxes (and death).
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