Blurb: Procrastination ... it's making me wait.

Everyone join in and sing along!  The tune is the 'Anticipation" from the seventies. Carley Simon is one of my favorites from the day.  I also remember a Heinz Ketchup Commercial, and to this day, some 35 years later,  every time I use a glass ketchup bottle at a restaurant, the commercial and the song pops into my head.  Marketing Genius.

Anyway... back to my blurb:  I do it EVERY year.  I wait till the last possible minute. I procrastinate, and then I scramble.   Tax Returns. Blah.

As the money person for the family, tax returns fall to me.  I report to MightyMo what is on them, whether we need to send money, get money back, or break even.  It's never pleasant.  I have very legitimate reasons for not making the April 15 deadline.  We simply do not have all of our information by then, so for as long as Mark and I have been married, I've filed an extension. Used to be the "automatic" extension was only four months, until August 15th.  If you were desperate (and I was once), you could apply for an extra 2 months.  Now, the automatic extension is six months, and there is no extra time, regardless of your circumstances.  When my time comes, please don't let it be in October, because I'll have to do tax returns from my casket. I am imagining the internet connection isn't great 6 feet under. 

So this weekend, I must disappear into the abyss of  W2's, 1098's, 1099's, charitable donations, and bank statements, and get all the data converted into the governmentally approved format.   I , must think about depreciation, and capital gains, and losses, educational expenses.

So, thank you for allowing me this final moment of procrastination.  Since the 15th is on Saturday, the returns must be postmarked by Monday. 

While you anxiously await my return to the Toliet Water, please enjoy Carley Simon and the fact that she is anticipating... not procrastinating.