Taxes, Bloody Taxes

After much procrastination, Hubby finally sat down yesterday to do our taxes. He has always prided himself on his ability to do our taxes without the help of an accountant (or a tax preparation software package...think TurboTax) and this year is no different. He took all the documents, check registers, blank forms, calculator, blank paper, and pencils to the kitchen table and began the arduous task of filling in the blanks. I'm always amazed as he works through this system he's set up using last year's completed forms as a guide along with a worksheet he completes with all our earnings, interest, and deductions listed and added carefully. Then he proceeds to bury his head in the federal and state booklets looking for changes in instructions and calculations from last year's returns. From there, he prepares a draft of our federal and state tax forms with all the pertinent information filled in.

So where do I come in? My role is to review everything to make sure there are no errors. This year, thank goodness, everything seemed to fall right into place. All I had to do was fill in the final forms (since I have the better handwriting); we signed the forms; I wrote the check to the Feds (yes, we owe them this year while the State owes us); we attached all the forms and then sealed them in the envelopes. This morning Hubby took the envelopes to the Post Office and, for yet another year, our taxes are done...hooray!!!

Now...how about yours???