Tax Time

Eep! It's that time of year again, when we all get our group certificates see how much we have earnt over the last 12 months, wonder where it all went (bills mainly) and hope for a bit of a tax return so we can squirrel it away or maybe treat ourselves because after all, we worked hard this year.

We are getting our tax done next week and I'm always really nervous about it. It's like taking a test that you haven't studied for; or getting a letter from QLD roads that always turns out to be rego renewal pretending to be a fine. I panic that something went wrong, I'll get a bill or maybe if I'm lucky just come out even.

My tax accountant is Bernie Casper and she is a gem. She has her own office at her place in Taigum QLD. They make you endless cups of sweet tea, she calls you darling and generally makes you feel better about the whole yucky process. She will no doubt give me a gold star for not spending money on clothes or shoes this year, instead spending money on our rental to make it super lovely for our tenants.

Bernie is very, very good. When I complained about my Townsville accountant she went over our last return and found us a substantial amount of money that had previously been overlooked. I was so grateful and she was just horrified at what a crap job the other accountant had done. Not that she would say that, she is saintly.

Husband has been in charge of the bills this year as my shitty Peter to Paul method was failing us. I am eternally grateful and love that we have a well managed budget, we now know at any time if we can truly afford something and have money tucked away for our bills. As he has done such a stirling job this year all our receipts and paperwork are ready to go in special labelled folders, Bernie will be so happy to see we have moved from my shoe box "system".

I think after all the stress I'll need a little lie down! That is of course assuming I don't get good return, if I do it will be wine and online shopping...joking...maybe..