I am slowly revolving in the seventh circle of tax audit hell. Love of my life is in denial. He didn't open the registered letter he signed for and upon questioning about the exact date of said audit would gaze skyward and announce that we had "time".
I found and opened the letter. It contained the list of documentation that we needed to provide. The due date is May 21. Love of my life was sketchy with details after his last appointment, but did say that we needed only to mail the documentation to Kansas City. That much he did get right, but we will no doubt have to over-night this to get it there on time. They want ALL the receipts for THREE years. As tempting as it is to shove them all in a box and send them I am trying to separate them annually and by category. I hope that by doing this I will generate a little good will with the auditor.
This is my "break" today. My brain is still not balanced after my whole Effexor event and I want to cry. I would rather be doing ANYTHING than this. This morning I spent a couple of hours blissfully stacking firewood and pulling weeds. Drew has avoided any contact with the whole mess and is staying out in the park working until well after dark. I hate him; the coward. I have finally gotten all the necessary receipts into piles by year. Now I am going to go in and divide all of 2006 into manageable categories and create a spreadsheet for each one. I keep telling myself that the first one will be the hardest and that I will breeze through 2007 and 2008 because I will know what I am doing by then. Hold that thought. He has now gone to work....in my car. I am thinking I might need to go search his truck for wayward receipts. He has a bad habit of writing notes like phone numbers and such on receipts and sticking them in the visor. I don't really know why...I have NEVER seen him refer back to these notes....ever!
Now that I have vented my frustration I shall get back to the task at hand.............