Not Really Tax Day

...but it doesn't matter. Uncharacteristically for me, I got my taxes done in February.

I said "uncharacteristically". For many years, I was not just a proud last-minute filer - I occasionally didn't start my taxes until 9PM on the 15th.

That was, of course, before I had things like self-employment and mortgage interest and so on - but the fact is, there were a few years where I was one of those guys who'd be parking half a block from the post office at 9PM on the 15th because I couldn't get closer, or even in the long line of cars on Kellogg Boulevard at 11:50something PM on deadline night tossing my envelope into a bag held by a USPS employee as I drove past. Twice.

Know how someone with a bad hangover will start pounding bloody maries at 6AM to try to take their mind off their misery? Chad has discovered the financial equivalent:

What a difference a year, and the birth of my son, make. Instead of having to write a hefty check to the IRS, we're actually getting a refund. Granted a very small refund on the exorbitant amount of OUR money that the guvamint had already confiscated, but a refund nonetheless. Believe you me, it beats the hell out of suffering the abuse of having to pay EVEN MORE into the system as we have in the past.

The refund, natch, ends up being about 3% of what you spent on the kid, of course, but all in all it's nice to get...

Posted by Mitch at April 15, 2006 10:12 AM | TrackBack