Every God Damn Year
We have the same conversation every January:
Hugh: I’m going to start on the taxes early this year.
Chelle: That would be great.
Hugh: Yeah. So, I'm going to keep all our receipts in files so I won't have to sort through them again.
Chelle: Stellar idea, dear.
Hugh: Yeah. That will make it easier and less disorganized and shit.
And, where do we find ourselves on April 4th, a mere eleven days from deadline?
Every. God. Damn. Year.