Tax time.

We are getting moola back this year, so it is a cheerful time, a time of joy and celebration. A time to get the dog fixed so she stops marking in the house and to buy a split queen box spring so our backs stop hurting.

Huzzah to the government for kindly using our interest free loan at 0% interest for 12 months and giving it back to us in one lump sum. You would think this would inspire the American people to save. A little chucked away every month and party time in April! See how easy it is? Somehow credit cards are still more popular. Go figure.

And a shout out to H&R Block's on line tax preparation service. Every year you save our information, hold our hand as we walk through the valley of the shadow of data entry and bring us safely to the land of electronic filing and direct deposit returns. All for a measly $60. A bargain by anyone's standards.

Good luck to those still needing to file. And an empathetic downward shake of my head for those who have to pay a pound of flesh or two. I've been there and know how much it sucks to be in mourning when everyone else seems to be buying rounds of drinks in celebration of their sudden wealth. I too, smile in triumph at their hangover the next day. As it should be.

Anyhow, my metaphoric rant is over. 'Tis time to put the lad to bed.

Adieu.