Tax Season

I hate taxes. (Other than the fact that my dad is an accountant and, well, taxes are what provided our means of living when I was growing up, so I shouldn't say this, but I do. Sorry Dad.) I'm just not THAT organized. Since I quit being employed by someone else, I have come to dread this time of year. I have stacks of receipts lying about in different places/envelopes/folders and I've been trying to make sense of them and it's hurting my brain. Our accountant must think I'm the biggest space cadet. Oh well. It's almost over.