Taxes
Sometimes this business makes you a bit bitter. I don’t think that’s anybody’s fault. It’s just that there is a lot of stress associated with the whole thing. First you work to produce a new book, then you work to make it the best you can, then you get a cover over which you have no control, then the book comes out and your get reviews…. and when all is said and done., there are taxes.
Today is the first of the tax days: the house looks like a war zone. There are stacks of paper everywhere, everything painstakingly sorted. We, mostly my husband but I too, have been staring at these papers and trying to sort out five different revenue sources, deposits, expenses, and so on.
We have all of our stuff together but dealing with the business on top of the personal taxes adds a new layer: we now have to sort four different accounts.
After staring at this for a while, we’re a little bit stupid and the following conversations took place:
Husband: staring at the piece of paper: What is this? Is this a royalty statement?
Me: I think… Yes? No… I think it’s your IRA?
Husband: I have an IRA?
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Me: ….
Husband: Yes?
Me: staring at him with what is probably a blank look:
Husband, patiently: Finish the thought.
Me: ?
Husband: You were looking at the 1099 and then you said, “Do you want me to…”
Me: Uuuuhhhh.
five minutes later
Me: I remembered!
He: Yes?
Me: Do you want me to make you a steak burrito?
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Husband: These business checks are no good.
Me: Why?
Husband: They say 2009 on them.
Me: thinking really hard: I think that’s the check number.
You realize this post made me cringe? Deeply?
Oy – taxes are fun…
But, hey, if I remember correctly, today is the day that Nalini’s book is out!
So someone, somewhere is having fun.
YIKES!!! TAXES!!! :-O Ruuuuunnnn!!!
Ooh, YIKES! The mention of taxes makes me itchy and rashy. Gah!
::hugs:: You poor guys. My dad was self employed and he split his taxes into a twice a year thing. We always knew that for about a month twice a year he was going to be AWOL
So I should probably go do my taxes now. *eyeroll* Taxes are no fun at all. They make me want to throw things and then lock myself out of the office. If only they could be locked safely away….
My husband is considered self-employed and because of this there are various things we can take off on our taxes that fall under “housing deductions” (I know you know this). How do we keep this straight? We employ the high tech and highly organized method known around our house as the Ziploc Bag. Marked “Housing” and the year in sharpie marker. Through out the year we shove any receipt we think is related to Housing in it and then he goes through it and tries to make them fit come time to turn in the taxes. Hope this helps make you feel better.
just throw your rock at him