The Best Disguised Blessing I've Ever Seen
It's a ways off, but tax season has been a thorn in my side for quite a while, now. Mostly because I found out back in November that we (my husband and I) would owe nearly ten thousand dollars in back taxes because the guy who did our taxes back in April of 2004 completely forgot to include my income.
We originally went back to the tax guy and said "You screwed up! What the hell is this?" He then wrote a letter to the IRS saying "Please, it's my fault - don't make them pay penalties!" All along, we'd said that we were happy to pay what we owed, but nobody could tell us what that was.
We finally found it out. Not ten thousand, but something over seven thousand. Ever since we got the notice, we've been saving it up, a task made easier by the fact that I'm making bank lately. When we got the letter, I was originally depressed about it. Owing the government seven thousand bucks is big, and means that some things we had planned to do, like buy a new car, are going to have to be put off.
Then, I woke up in the wee hours of Saturday morning with an amazing realization:
In April of 2004, not only did we not have seven thousand bucks to pay the IRS, if we'd borrowed it from my husband's folks, we wouldn't have been able to buy our house. The life we're living now, where we're peaceful and happy and living in a place that we love, was only made possible by the fact that the guy who did our taxes was disorganized and sloppy. Overall, I'm happy and at peace because of somebody else's incompetence, and the price I had to pay for it was deferred until I could afford to pay it.
You just can't ask life to work out better than that.
We originally went back to the tax guy and said "You screwed up! What the hell is this?" He then wrote a letter to the IRS saying "Please, it's my fault - don't make them pay penalties!" All along, we'd said that we were happy to pay what we owed, but nobody could tell us what that was.
We finally found it out. Not ten thousand, but something over seven thousand. Ever since we got the notice, we've been saving it up, a task made easier by the fact that I'm making bank lately. When we got the letter, I was originally depressed about it. Owing the government seven thousand bucks is big, and means that some things we had planned to do, like buy a new car, are going to have to be put off.
Then, I woke up in the wee hours of Saturday morning with an amazing realization:
In April of 2004, not only did we not have seven thousand bucks to pay the IRS, if we'd borrowed it from my husband's folks, we wouldn't have been able to buy our house. The life we're living now, where we're peaceful and happy and living in a place that we love, was only made possible by the fact that the guy who did our taxes was disorganized and sloppy. Overall, I'm happy and at peace because of somebody else's incompetence, and the price I had to pay for it was deferred until I could afford to pay it.
You just can't ask life to work out better than that.