It’s Saturday at 3PM. I just “finished” getting tax information for my father.
I don’t enjoy doing taxes as my father and I have
different ways at getting at things and numbers are not my strength.
We have improved how we work together and this year, for the second year in a row, there wasn’t any yelling (from either of us) or crying (on my part).
It only took me 10 years to figure out what information he needs.
There were still some mistakes on the numbers I gave him but relatively minor compared to other years past. I just hope there is a big refund coming so hubby and I can pay down (or off!) our last credit card.
