Each year, I promise myself that I will gather the information for my taxes by February. Our CPA does the taxes. All I have to do is gather the information and get it to her. One day I hope to startle her by dropping the packet off on March 1st!
Unfortunately, it wasn’t this year. I had everything gathered together, and finally sat down March 31st to read the instructions. The first line that caught my eye was “In order to be able to prepare your taxes in time, we need your tax planner by April 1st.” Luckily, I had the information on Quick Books, and all the 1099s and W2s were in the folder. I spent an evening checking off boxes and filling in the blanks, and dropped the planner off the next morning. I wonder how many others wait til the last day? I’ll have to ask her sometime.
My taxes are relatively simple. They aren’t simple enough to use the EZ form, but they are not so complex that it takes weeks to do them. Still, I was astounded when the CPA called the next day with the preliminary taxes complete! She had one question, and the taxes could be sent electronically.
YAAAAHOOOOOOOO!!!! My taxes are done!
Next year, I’ll have to be ready early, just to say “Thank you!” for such phenominal service!
Daily Archives: April 3, 2004
Another tidbit
We were listening to the news on T.V. this evening. At the close of the national news on ABC the announcer said something cryptic about the Seattle Men’s Chorus succumbing to AIDS. I thought I had missunderstood what he’d said, and asked DH to repeat it for me. It didn’t make any more sense the second time around, so I went on-line to surf for information about the Seattle Men’s Chorus.
Pigs Flew Today
About ten years ago, Dear Husband turned to me one day and said “I like what you are doing with the gardens, but I’m not going to garden any more.” I was dumbfounded! I didn’t have a response. I couldn’t think of anything to say. (No snide comments from the peanut gallery!)
There wasn’t any question of simply shutting down the gardens, so I kept on by myself with an occasional hand from DH moving a full wheelbarrow. Gradually things began to run down. There are too many gardens here for one person to care for, unless that is the only thing she does. To make matters worse, my mother would buy plants and hand them to me and ask me to make room for them in the gardens.