Stop clicking!
Oh man, I knew tax season was coming up and I was not looking forward to it. You can cut the tension coming out of the GG’s lair with a knife. This time around a couple of documents that represent a weird little corner of our taxes were “missing”. Well. No they are not. I put them in the “envelope”. The envelope is a large manila envelope that we use to collect paper tax documents throughout the year. There are only a few paper documents any more but we still manage to “fight” about them every year. Probably because most of them come to meeeeeee.
We found them. Except for the one that doesn’t arrive until sometime in March. Because of that, we always think we’re missing it. After a while I remembered about that. So, it’s not here yet. Whew! We’re spending too much time on that so I am gonna put a little post-it note reminder on the envelope so we don’t have to spend a half hour doing mental gyrations (and arguing) next year.
On the up side, I had been wondering where my W-2 was. It gets emailed to me and I was like, “Did I miss the email and accidentally delete it?” This was on my mind all morning and then, all of a sudden, DING! You’ve got mail. And guess what it was?
After all that, Himself decided to renew all our vee-hickles: cars, bote, and trailer. This to much sighing. I usually do all of this but was stumped by what a “HIN#” was. Turns out it’s called a hull ID (those numbers on motor botes) on another page on the site. Inconsistent verbiage, user experience designer needed! 🤣
Tax season isn’t over yet, alas. The clicking (title) that was driving me crazy was Himself clicking a ballpoint pen. Click-click, click-click, click-click. Are you really doing that to my ultra-sensitive ears while talking to me about missing (not) tax documents? Do you know how loud that little noise is to meeeee? Sheesh. The pic is from my old Cubelandia parking space in February 2020. The parking space I last used on March 12, 2020. You know why.
February 3rd, 2025 at 7:40 pm
Tax time was always VERY stressful for me because Patt was in charge of most of it and he was a procrastinator, whereas I am the opposite. Because he was self-employed, he often got an extension which prolonged the agony. Now I’ve scanned and sent everything I have to my tax preparer and she’ll deal with it. A bit of organizing and work, but much less stressful. (more expensive though) My securities statements come way later but my financial advisor sends them directly to Mary, my preparer.