Shout out to my 20 million brothers and sisters- The one in seven U.S. taxpayers who waited until the last minute to file.
This year, the IRS even gave us 'til April 18th- So the 18th is when I filed- For my extension! See you in October!
In my defense, it was not due to lack of effort. It feels like I spent 200 hours on my taxes this year, because they were unusually complicated.
Back when I was in my twenties? Much effort was put into stacking red milk crates for bookshelves and trying to fold up a futon without mangling my fingers-30 years later, I'm trying to do really smart grown-up things.
To wit, my life partner and I have been business partners for almost 20 years. We used to be young- Now we're-ahem-"less young"- Picture the Boomers you see in those ads, silver-haired, in wet suits, running towards the ocean with surfboards, very at peace with nature and our fully-funded 401-K plans - Except that we don't surf and, regarding those 401-K plans?
Well, what I have written on the notepad I stole from Charles Schwab is- And I quote:
"Retirement and write it off, and something about medical."
When I look at this enigmatic scribble, an image comes to me: A friendly thirty-something man dressed in charcoal gray business casual- And a desk, and a plant- And that man is saying:
"Sandra, by all means, you need to form a C corp! NOT an S corp!"
But wait, is that what he said? Maybe it was:
"Sandra, by all means, you need to form an S Corp! NOT a C corp!"
It was like being in school and confronting a page of long division- Or sitting in a deadly after-lunch class like "US Government"- There's this mix of incomprehension, coupled with boredom, that makes it all sound like white noise.
S corp, C corp- These things involve a part of my brain that refuses to fire. All I know is there was one kind that was right, it's not the one I did, at some moderate expense, and now I'm going to jail.
Where at least I won't have to fold a futon. I think.
Next week: Separate Bathrooms, Separate Quicken Accounts
