Tax time

My dad always did his own taxes. For a few weeks our dining room table would be covered with receipts, the calculator, and tax forms. He inherited a farm which I'm sure made his taxes more complicated. If we bugged him while he was working on them he'd tell us it was "tax time".

One of the things at the top of my To-Do list this weekend was to get my tax information ready for the accountant. I didn't finish getting the information ready and I'm annoyed at myself for not making it a higher priority (it didn't out-rank making chocolate chip cookies).

So, it's still tax time for me.