The tax man cometh

So last night about 9:30 (WAY past my bedtime) we sat down to work on our taxes through Turbotax. I was a pretty cranky participant but Jon wanted to get it done so I agreed.

We made it through all the federal stuff pretty smoothly and had a decent refund going.

Then we got to the state taxes....and it all went downhill. Very downhill very quickly.

Yep, we owed 3,921 bucks. Hello! What??!!

I deleted it all and started freaking out. We decided we would pay to have somebody do it becuase that couldn't possibly be right...could it???

Holy Moses!

So I mope off to the bedroom and all I can think about is the new baby and maternity leave and where the heck were we going to get any money. And then my wheels start turning....it imported our federal tax info into the state document...what if I didn't enter something right on the federal part???

I run back out to the kitchen - don't turn it off - I might have missed something - log back on.

Yep - I didn't enter any of our state or local wages or taxes!!!!!!! I told Jon that's what he gets for making me stay up late!

In the end, Ernie already had our 3,921 bucks and we'll be getting $383 of it back.

However, women at 34 weeks gestation should not be thrown into that kind of panic.

A visit

In the past few weeks I've been visited by ex-boyfriends in my dreams.

The first few were from the ex-jackass and I could care less if I dream about him.

But last night, it was Big Ed....and Big Ed was a good guy so it was a nice visit, but it left me feeling guilty and a bit sad. Big Ed was a senior in high school when I was a sophomore at GC. No matter how much we cared for each other, that little bit of age difference just wasn't going to let it work.

So, Big Ed, wherever you are today, know that I'm sorry. I was young and dumb and selfish. I didn't handle your heart very well and it was probably because mine was still a little broken.

You were a great guy and I think we may have even loved each other....it's just that we loved each other at the wrong time.

vacation

I've been on vacation and today is the last day.

I took Nat's advice and cleaned - took six bags of stuff to goodwill.

I finally accepted that after the girls have been inflated and deflated twice I will no longer be able to fit into a size M shirt.