Death and taxes
Apr. 7th, 2012 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stgulikIt's tax day in the stgulik household. I hate tax day.
See, when I'm stressed, I clamp my mouth closed, feign disinterest and hardly speak three words to anybody. When The Groom is stressed, he turns into a whirling dervish, talks up a storm, and runs around throwing things. Neither of us can stand the other in these circumstances. After years of trial and error, we've learned to let him go to the tax preparer, while I stay home and enjoy the blissful silence. If a question comes up, he calls the house and I research the answer. We're both happier, and we're both happier with each other.
Except this morning, the tax preparer threw us a loop. We have two new savings accounts because we're each holding money for my father in-law. The tax preparer wanted the year's accumulated interest on each account. This threw The Groom into a tizzy. Where was this info? Why did he not have it? Why was he such a failure? He came running home and started throwing papers around and switching on every computer in the house, looking for a record of the interest. I just clamped my mouth closed, picked up my purse and drove him straight to the bank. There we learned that the bank actually never sent tax info on the two accounts because each account's interest in 2011 was less than $10. So, call off the ulcer. The Groom, suddenly back to his normal, placid self, drove me home and has now headed back to the tax preparer.
I hate tax day.
See, when I'm stressed, I clamp my mouth closed, feign disinterest and hardly speak three words to anybody. When The Groom is stressed, he turns into a whirling dervish, talks up a storm, and runs around throwing things. Neither of us can stand the other in these circumstances. After years of trial and error, we've learned to let him go to the tax preparer, while I stay home and enjoy the blissful silence. If a question comes up, he calls the house and I research the answer. We're both happier, and we're both happier with each other.
Except this morning, the tax preparer threw us a loop. We have two new savings accounts because we're each holding money for my father in-law. The tax preparer wanted the year's accumulated interest on each account. This threw The Groom into a tizzy. Where was this info? Why did he not have it? Why was he such a failure? He came running home and started throwing papers around and switching on every computer in the house, looking for a record of the interest. I just clamped my mouth closed, picked up my purse and drove him straight to the bank. There we learned that the bank actually never sent tax info on the two accounts because each account's interest in 2011 was less than $10. So, call off the ulcer. The Groom, suddenly back to his normal, placid self, drove me home and has now headed back to the tax preparer.
I hate tax day.
