First of all, I want to say "Happy Birthday, Honey!" to my husband. I don't think he actually reads this much anymore, but the sentiment remains the same either way.
He's having the world's lamest birthday celebration so far. Yesterday we went out to dinner at Red Robin (his choice) and then returned home and watched hours of TV. We'd thought about going to a movie, but none of the selections looked particularly appealing.
Tonight he has band practice, so I'm going to bring over a cake at some point. First I need to go retrieve our tax forms from the accountant, though. As long as I'm interrupting practice, I figure I might as well have my husband sign the forms so I can go sit in the queue outside the post office this evening.
I don't know why I'm so determined to get our taxes sent off today. I've been friends with enough IRS employees over the years to know that there's a secret grace period. Even so, I can't bear the idea of deliberately mailing them late.
That's how my day stacks up so far. I think I'll go downstairs and make a sandwich for lunch out of leftover Easter ham, then head off to work. Happy Tax Day to everyone in the U.S. and Happy Monday to everyone else!