Brainy Might Be Sexy

When I first came here, Master worked on the taxes. It was an annual ordeal. He almost always put it off until the very last minute, and T and I would spend the day either scrambling to lay hands on whatever documentation He needed, or trying to hide out as His temper descended to the depths. No one LIKES doing that tax thing, but with Master battling His way through it each year, it was simply horrible for us all. For the last few years, the task of preparing the annual tax returns for our family has fallen to me. I handle the rest of the finances (they refer to me as "The Checkbook Nazi)," and so it just got to the point where it made sense.



It seems that our tax reporting is never "simple." Every year, there is some issue that complicates things, and we are always left sweating out the question of whether we will owe additional taxes and how we might pay that debt. This year was no different. We did some financial wizardry in the last months of the year that allowed us to pay off a lot of debt, but there was a tax liability associated with that business.



Now, I know that taxes are not sexy, and a slave that prepares taxes isn't the stuff that fantasies are made of, but our taxes are completed and when I was done combing the corners of the tax code for all the allowable deductions, our potential additional tax payment of perhaps $5ooo was down to about $1500. That is well within the grasp of our finances (especially as I'll receive a refund that easily covers that amount), and we are all enormously relieved. Going into the next month, it is good to know that we can handle that without stress and strain.



Perhaps we are just getting old, but sometimes it seems that the definition of sexy is too narrow.



swan