Happy Monday, everyone!
I hope your weekend was as wonderful as mine. I don't know how that's possible though, unless you did a lot of cleaning and talked about your taxes, too.
Yes, the tax discussion was lively and riveting, and was sprinkled with just a dash of four-letter "sentence enhancers". (i.e. "Holy [word that rhymes with 'spit'], that's a lot of money!")
Lest you think that means we're in dire straits and will soon be living under a bridge in a Frigidaire box, let me assure you we were talking about our refund.
We don't know the exact figures yet. I'll be making an appointment with our accountant today, but if the numbers in the past are anything to go by, we'll be expecting a nice chunk of change.
Not to be crass (yeah, like that's ever stopped me), but that SUV in our driveway? 2004's refund. Paid cash.
This year's refund won't be SUV-buyin' big. My husband, much as he loved getting that "windfall" every year, was finally persuaded to change the exemptions on his W4. I guess he realized that it's not like winning the lottery if it's just your own money being so kindly bestowed upon you by the slacker friend who borrowed it in the first place.
(Whitey is such a pain that way.)
But we'll be getting enough to pay off the credit card and possibly take a trip somewhere.
So, why, you might be wondering after Friday's post, don't I just go and buy myself the frickin' cable or a new camcorder already? It's simple really.
My husband is a loon.
If it wasn't for me, he would probably stuff the large bills in his mattress and use the singles to fashion himself a comfy, if impractical, security blanket. He likes it liquid and easily accessible, but he doesn't want it spent.
Then there's me, who, before I became a blushing bride and got with child, was completely independent, debt-free, and had my eye on any number of Ralph Lauren bed sets and Marc Jacobs handbags. And if I wanted a firewire cable for my video camera, I was damn sure going to get one. And it would be the sparkliest, pinkest firewire cable I could find, and it would come with a matching carrying case. Naturally.
Of course, that's single girl mentality, and I have done my best to change my ways. As long as I'm not required to clip coupons or shop at WalMart, I'm okay. I even try to take my husband's feelings into account.
Oh, not on my blog. But, you know, in that other place. That counts for something, right?