Taxes. Feh.

Doing our taxes has been more than usually painful this year.

I don't just mean that we owe the government money, because we do. The painful part has been repeatedly getting to something and saying either "that looks wrong, where's my mistake?" or "my numbers don't match cattitude's, what's wrong here?" The answers to the latter have ranged from a probable keying error on the calculator, to reading only half of a poorly worded instruction, to the bit where both of us got significantly wrong sums because, where we needed to add A+B+C, on the first tries I produced A+C and he produced B+C.

Somewhere in there I decided it was necessary to run in circles, scream, and shout. When it came to it, down in the park, I ran in a couple of circles, shouted "Yaar!!" once, and did not scream. Then I came back inside and took all my clothes off, so I won't do that again, because it disturbs innocent passers-by.

I think my part of this is done. The plan now is for him to look at them again in a day or two, ink everything, and then we sign it and send it off, with checks for what we owe.

Next year, I buy tax software.

In the meantime (because the current I-hope-correct-this-time numbers have us owing a significant amount, rather than about breaking even), I think I'll hold off on buying more Ray Troll t-shirts.

Taxes. Feh.

Doing our taxes has been more than usually painful this year.

I don't just mean that we owe the government money, because we do. The painful part has been repeatedly getting to something and saying either "that looks wrong, where's my mistake?" or "my numbers don't match cattitude's, what's wrong here?" The answers to the latter have ranged from a probable keying error on the calculator, to reading only half of a poorly worded instruction, to the bit where both of us got significantly wrong sums because, where we needed to add A+B+C, on the first tries I produced A+C and he produced B+C.

Somewhere in there I decided it was necessary to run in circles, scream, and shout. When it came to it, down in the park, I ran in a couple of circles, shouted "Yaar!!" once, and did not scream. Then I came back inside and took all my clothes off, so I won't do that again, because it disturbs innocent passers-by.

I think my part of this is done. The plan now is for him to look at them again in a day or two, ink everything, and then we sign it and send it off, with checks for what we owe.

Next year, I buy tax software.

In the meantime (because the current I-hope-correct-this-time numbers have us owing a significant amount, rather than about breaking even), I think I'll hold off on buying more Ray Troll t-shirts.