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Two tales of D.
Mar. 27th, 2009 10:13 am
I finally did my tax return. It's kind of cutting it close, but there was one year when I did it on April 14. This time I actually started it in February, possibly even earlier, but I kept waiting for this one 1099 from one of my banks. I get Web statements from them, but thought that tax info came to the physical mailbox no matter what. K. said the same thing (though she also said that they're required to deliver that info in January). So I waited and waited until yesterday, when I finally called them. And found out that yes, because I get Web statements, the tax form is on the Web instead of paper delivery. Oops.
Since the gov'ment raised the limit on how much you can put into your Roth IRA (yes, I decided to go ahead and contribute this year), I'm actually getting less back from my refund than I'm putting into the Roth, but oh well. I'm still going to splurge on something, because that's what tax refunds are for!
There's nothing I really want in terms of clothing or accessories or technology, but I hit upon the perfect thing when having lunch with K. ( What? )
I also have another story about D., one where I think he's a freak. ( My stories go on for so long. )
So many freaking meetings today. Why do people insist on scheduling them on Fridays? I also need to deliver something by the end of the day, but it's dependent on someone else delivering something to me. I hate having to rely on other people in order to be able to finish my own work.
Since the gov'ment raised the limit on how much you can put into your Roth IRA (yes, I decided to go ahead and contribute this year), I'm actually getting less back from my refund than I'm putting into the Roth, but oh well. I'm still going to splurge on something, because that's what tax refunds are for!
There's nothing I really want in terms of clothing or accessories or technology, but I hit upon the perfect thing when having lunch with K. ( What? )
I also have another story about D., one where I think he's a freak. ( My stories go on for so long. )
So many freaking meetings today. Why do people insist on scheduling them on Fridays? I also need to deliver something by the end of the day, but it's dependent on someone else delivering something to me. I hate having to rely on other people in order to be able to finish my own work.
