go away tax season.

I have a bone to pick with the fifteenth days of March and April. A really big bone. April 15th, you individual tax deadline, you. I don't appreciate you stealing my husband away from his family for four whole months. You even have the nerve to extend yourself two whole days this year(!) And Mr. Corporate Tax deadline, March 15, you think you're all cool coming a month before those individual taxes. Well, you're not. You're making my husband work longer hours than he did when we lived in D.C., the capital of workaholic-ism. Heck, you're even pushing Saturdays on him. Every. Single. Saturday. So I'm saying to you, tax season, you better be handing out a pretty nice check to Hubs when all this is over.

Or we're not going to be friends next year.