Watching the Mail Box

My dubya-2 came today. That would normally make me all giddy and excited for thoughts of the huge refund that Uncle Sam owes us, but as always, I have to wait on Scott. Almost every other tax document we'd need has arrived with the exception of his W-2 and maybe some bank information. I guess the benefit of having worked for a small business is that the payroll department (aka administrative assistant) shoots those documents out IMMEDIATELY after they get delivered at the office. Because Scott's company is owned by an even bigger out-of-state company, I have to sit and nag him every day until the document gets here (knowing full well that I'M the one who checks the mail every day).

We file as early as possible using TaxAct every year - the sooner you transmit the info, the shorter the wait to get your money back.

Actually, I really don't know what I'm excited about. Every year since we got married the state has walloped us with a huge tax bill because we were DINKy. While I did some creative number-crunching at the beginning of 2006 to adjust our withholdings, I'm still afraid we'll owe those idjuts money. The best-case screnario would be that we don't get a refund from them, but don't owe anything either. We also had a kid for six weeks last year that wasn't reflected on our w4 allowances, so maybe that'll help out, too.

Oh well. I'm going to think positively. It'd be nice to pay off some bills and to buy a couple of articles of clothes that fit (since I'm no longer shaped the same as I was before birthin' a baby).