365 Project. Day 105, April 15: It's one of those years when we get our taxes done just in the nick of time. No good reason... just had other things that needed to get done first. Like sewing my stupid costume. I decided a long time ago that I'd never, ever, ever, ever, ever do my own taxes again. I can't describe the stress and dread it gives me. I'd rather saw my own arm off with a butter knife. In a pool of rubbing alcohol. Huh. Maybe I can describe it after all. Well, in any event, Wally the Tax Man has been our guy for years. He has several of Jennifer's drawings taped to his office wall, which is littered with other, far inferior, offerings from less talented but well meaning children. Bestie LeeAnn Gerlach Grant passed his number along one year and he's always done a great job for us. Worth every penny. Extra bonus is that my darling husband Brian has taken the bullet of going to the appointment for the last few years. I'm one of those weirdos who doesn't object to paying taxes. So happy Tax Day to all.
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