My husband is the family tax preparer, by which I mean that he does the taxes for our children, friends, neighbors, and one unfortunate homeless man who made more on the street corner last year than he could conveniently hide in his offshore accounts.
Last night was my daughter’s turn to go under the careful scrutiny of Captain Turbo Tax.
“Babe,” he called from the den, “what was your charitable giving this year?”
“I don’t know. My dog ate the printout.”
“I’ll just put $5,000. That should cover your used underwear donation to Goodwill.”
First, let me assure any IRS agents reading this, that he did a thorough and accurate job on her taxes. The underwear was actually $22 dollars and change. Considering that it was from Victoria’s Secret, I think that’s a very generous rate of depreciation.
In exchange for doing her taxes, my husband wanted her to bring a turkey for dinner, complete with mushroom dressing. Since she couldn’t claim the turkey as a business expense, he got a roast chicken from Wal-Mart, complete with a quart of potato salad and a quart of beans.
While he worked on her taxes, she read my book. One expects a certain amount of feedback from a beta reader. When she didn’t enthuse and gush about it and therefore crushed my spirit as a writer, he deducted $50 from her refund. She also gave him a free haircut, so that seems a little harsh.
Still, our family deeply appreciates his valuable services.
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Wherever there is injustice in the Internal Revenue Code, whenever there is a cry for help from the oppressed middle income working class, he will be there. Captain Turbo Tax will save the day with his software of righteousness. The cape and tights are optional, as long as you understand that you can’t deduct the dry cleaning cost on your expenses.
Funny post! Hubby does our taxes but doesn’t get paid nearly as well!
Finally, a source of designer undies at affordable prices! Tempting, but pass… for now
I do my own taxes. At least I will until they put the cuffs on and take me away. I did my partner’s taxes last year and almost screwed her out of $400. I say ‘almost’ because the IRS caught my boo boo and fixed it, so she got the extra $400. That was very nice of them! I asked if she wanted me to do her taxes this year and I got a nasty look and an unfortunate string of expletives.
I think $400 qualifies as a senior moment in the modern lexicon. Definitely more than a boo-boo.
I am so math-challenged that I have to pay an accountant to do our taxes…I’m so afraid that I’m going to do something wrong, that I just don’t even try….
As always, your humor lightened my day 🙂
Alas, I receive a small military pension and it’s not taxable…
And, I so, so wanted to call out in distress in the deep cave of tax hell, “Captain Turbo Tax, heeeeeelp!!!!”.
Does he do personal budgets for veterans??
I don’t think there’s an app for that.
If Captain Turbo Tax has a satellite office in Canada, I’d like to hire him…
Having a tax preparer in the family is a wonderful asset considering what a professional or a cpa costs. I could use one of those home haircuts myself. (And a piece of chicken) No Victoria’s Secret though, I have recently graduated to “granny panties-ha”
I think Victoria’s Secret should start a new line of stylish senior underwear.
Captain Turbo Tax, how’s your experience with Revenue Canada?
I’m not sure I’d trust my hubby with the taxes. I don’t mean in the honest sense… I mean in the knuckle-head sense!
Karla, too funny. Strange thing is, our family has a Capt Turbo Tax too who sounds vaguely like yours.
Does he get paid in poultry?
Your husband wears tights?
I figure it’s better than lacy panties anyday!