Taxes are For Shit....

.....OK, I spent the ENTIRE day doing taxes. I had two breaks, one when Rebecca came over to give me my stamps and to chat (thanks, girlie!), and one when our good friends Marty and Julie came over to eat some yummy grilled chicken and sauces that Aaron had made. The benefit of my labor is that we're getting a hefty refund! I think that this might be the end of the good refunds, though, as we had a special mortgage credit certificate on our old house, which we won't have on this one. The good thing is that I used up all the carryforward credit on this year's return, so we got all the benefits of it! (confused yet?) And because of the move, I'm really glad that I enlisted help this year, as it would have been a complete bitch to figure out all the extra stuff on my own.

.....and this does bring me to another area of my life where I NEED. TO. IMPROVE. I must MUST become more organized, or I will forever be the raving bitch around tax time. I absolutely HATE doing taxes. And why? Because I have all the forms spread out all over the house, and have to go through everyfuckingreceiptfromthelastyear in order to figure out what I can and can't deduct for tax purposes. And if you've ever tried to read a Wal-Mart receipt, it's very difficult at times to determine just what the fuck you've just bought! So I need to do a better job of categorizing the receipts. It just must happen. There are no ifs ands or buts about this.

Anyway, I think I shall go shopping with my fat cash now. Adieu!