Today we have our tax appointment. Nothing terribly exciting other than finding out how much of a refund we'll be getting. But, this year it happens to come right after Easter and Lent, during which I gave up pizza. Our accountant happens to be at our old college, Northern Illinois University, and there is a restaurant there, Molly's, that has the *best* Chicago style stuffed pizza. [They also happen to have maybe the worst MySpace page I've ever seen. How that site survives is beyond me.]
I wish everyday was tax day.