A million years ago, I was the secretary for a large CPA firm in Memphis. The hysterics with shoeboxes and the compulsives with alphabetical file folders walked out of the office with completed tax forms in less than an hour. Well, technically they walked out with copies. I mailed the actual forms every day so that nobody could lose or forget their returns. The people with multiple paper bags of receipts took a little longer, but less than a week. Even those were completed while the CPAs finished dozens of other tax returns simultaneously. Large businesses, like hotels, were completely audited and filed in less than a week, even with the CPAs spending many, many hours drinking at the poolside. My point? I don’t really have one except to say that I’ll be suffering (without candy) in silence over here all the way up until midnight on the 16th. In the interest of fairness, Doug will need scotch to survive my insanity planning and coordinating four of our children’s birthdays in 30 days. One solid month of birthdays. I feel dizzy just thinking about it.