I no sooner wrote my previous posting about looking forward to a tax refund, then I was greeted 24 hours later with news from our accountant. It appears that my lovely wife’s 2014 income far exceeded the good accountant’s “conservative” expectations for estimated taxes she paid, and we now have a sizable tax bill owed to Uncle Sam. I had given our accountant a moniker of “Reagan” in that post, but I think I’m renaming her “Pinocchio” instead.
Gorgeous received an exuberant amount of platitudinal praise for having such a good year. With accolades like that we think the good accountant should stick to her numbers rather than Dale Carnegie impressions. Needless to say we are not amused. We will need to learn the intricacies of estimated taxes for 2015 on our own, and not just depend on the handy coupons she creates for us.
I knew I should have not looked out the window so much during high school math class.