Tax Day

April 15th.
Whenever friends or family inquire about our tax refund, we give them a dead-pan look and ask, “What’s that?” Asking that always stops them in their tracks. Normally, we are jokers; however, the lack of facial expressions makes it clear we are seriously asking the question.
We honestly do not remember when we last got a refund. When we retired, our income was considerably less, so we figured we might get refunds now. Our non-refundable situation got worse instead of better. It was always something. Something that caused us to owe more and more to the IRS. One year, they played with the tax brackets, and the pressure was less, but we still owed a few thousand bucks. Our pensions paid us after the government got theirs. Automatic distributions had taxes grabbed from them before we got the check. We changed our W-2 information so they would take a bigger % of taxes out of our pay and the few investments I inherited. But alas, at the end of the year, we were looking at paying a couple thousand again.

Last year, one of my hubby’s required distribution checks did not have taxes removed. Sigh. This means we send more (than we already paid for) to the Feds and the State.

I wish that y’all get oodles of $$ refunded to you.

Guess Again

Just when (you think) the chaos in your life is at the maximum level, the post-office puts a bomb in your mailbox.

Mailbox

Not the exploding kind, but the kind that raises your blood pressure and makes the headache that you thought was already bad turn into a migraine. You know you’re in trouble because the return address is: “Internal Revenue Service” and it is not even near the holidays.

Sure enough, we made a mistake. A typo that our software should have noticed when it did the math. We were too excited about getting a refund for once, to realize something was off.  The official document  insisted we send them $10,000.oo. Yes, you read that number correctly. And who says the IRS has no sense of humor?

Hey! Wait a minute. There is a typo on our 2010 form and we have to pay them what we still owed. Plus interest. We were not the ones that took 2 years to find the mistake – we sent our return in on time.  Now they want the interest that the absent money could have earned. Oh, Really? I want to know where the Hell they invest their money. I would like to earn that kind of  interest myself!

I can understand about the interest. Almost.  But a fine??   Sorry, we messed up and here’s your money + interest. Now please go away.  But NO,  you’re  punishing  us. To teach us not to mess with the IRS? We don’t. Hell, they know how much money we earn – they have the damned forms.

Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.   Tax Form

We shall pay their bill (what choice do we have?), but not until the other chaos in our lives has settled down and we can find where we hid the damned thing….

photo credit(mailbox): Steve 2.0 via photo pin cc

photo credit (form): Josh Thompson via photo pin cc