Moolah
>> Monday, February 6, 2012
Hubby and I had a rather messy convo about taxes last night, in prep for today's filing. He can be overly pessimistic and estimated us owing in the long run, rather than recouping anything. That prediction had me in a full on anxiety attack, as we need as big of a refund as we can get with another adoption in the works and all of our grand plans for FETs and deFETs.
And as much as I feel we scrimp and scrimp around here, it never seems to make our saving account grow.
Seriously, I shop almost exclusively at Goodwill and Salvation Army on sale days, no less, and eat mostly winter squash so we should be saving something. And with Z no longer on formula, the money should start piling up somewhere, for crying out loud!
I was nearly in tears at the prospect of owing the government more money than the huge chunk they already take, which usually adds up to anywhere from 25-30% of hubby's paycheck.
And as much as I feel we scrimp and scrimp around here, it never seems to make our saving account grow.
Seriously, I shop almost exclusively at Goodwill and Salvation Army on sale days, no less, and eat mostly winter squash so we should be saving something. And with Z no longer on formula, the money should start piling up somewhere, for crying out loud!
I was nearly in tears at the prospect of owing the government more money than the huge chunk they already take, which usually adds up to anywhere from 25-30% of hubby's paycheck.
