Taxes

We had a close call this year with our taxes. After years of getting a healthy refund as a single mom-head-of-household and oft-times a student, things looked like they were going to changed this tax season for our family.

A few weeks ago, on a perfectly good Saturday, I received a day-ruining call from our accountant. I thought she was calling to tell me how many dollars I could be expecting to land in the checking account and when. No. This wasn't the case. She was calling to tell me the bad news. Break out the checkbook. Now that you and your Best Greatest Love have tied the knot, you owe the IRS close to $1,500. I felt ill. Ill I tell you. I couldn't go upstairs to tell my love, I sent him a text to break the bad news. We were not planning on that. Not at all.

She explained some tax blah blah blah that I didn't know before. It was the fact that we were married and planning to file separately that was going to get us in the wallet. We needed to revamp our plan and file together. This all felt very messy...more messy than the day we eloped...more messy than the day we joined households...more messy than the day we combined our music collections on the external hard drive! Ewwww!

We quickly decided we could deal with the new mess...and my normal early-bird tax ways waited for my BGL's usual last-minute paper sorting and filing ways and on April 14th, we signed our joint return and are pleased that we'll be receiving a $12.00 deposit from the state and few more from Uncle Sam by the end of the next week.

It was a good boundary stretching exercise for us and a great way to save some funds for our family. It was almost easier than putting Madonna and Insane Clown Posse on the same hard drive.