This is Laura's semi-evil twin speaking. It was that time of year. Time to do the taxes. Dreaded it. But then had an inspiration...get Laura to do them. She started this morning at nine dressed very nicely, worked quietly with no swearing at all the red tape and hoops through which one must jump. Had a short lunch break. She got everything completed but did whine just a little about spending the day in heels and loosing two nails. Sure was peaceful around the house which was also appreciated by spouse. Now, if I had done the taxes.... Unfortunately, out of work. Anyone else need their taxes done?