taxes for the win

For the first time in my life, I did my taxes by myself.*

*by myself = with Noel's help. But no official accountant was involved, so I think it still counts.

Of course this dubious victory, like all good victories, was achieved at the last possible minute, so I braved Fayette street in all its traffic- laden glory to drop off my two envelopes of wonder at the Baltimore post office that stays open till midnight on tax day.

At least they had pretty stamps.