Dan worked on our taxes all weekend. He even skipped church on Sunday in order to try to pull it all together. And the extra day definitely helped. But last night at about 10pm, he printed out an extension form and we did the 'drive of shame" to the post office and dropped it off in the mailbox. Not that an extension is bad, but when you thought you had it under control and it was within your grasp to finish the task, it is maddening to have to fill out the extension and give in to failure.
Well, at least we got to make a "date" out of it. OK, what kind of losers call driving to the post office together a date? I guess we do. To make it even better, I was half-dressed in clothes and half-dressed in pajamas. Then we decided to cap it all off with a quick excursion to Sonic for some ice cream. And of course we couldn't resist quoting the Sonic commercial with the arguing couple all the way there. My oh my we are losing it. The ice cream was pretty good. Right about 10:55pm there was a rush at Sonic (they close at 11pm). We both made comments about the pitiful lives of those people racing into the parking lot right at closing time. Then we drove home, turned on Jay Leno and fell right to sleep.
