I posted this 11 years ago, but it’s still apropos today. And sadly, I continue to take ownership of the above title.

Guess what I did last weekend? I’ll give you a hint, although it was not in the least bit fun. In fact, it was torture but it had to be done. Just an inevitability one simply can’t ignore. And believe me, I tried to for four months.

I’m sure right about now you’re asking yourself what the heck I’m talking about. So here goes: I just completed my tax return for 2014. Go ahead, judge me. I don’t blame you. In all the years I’ve been paying taxes (over 40) I’ve never needed an extension until this year. (Insert shameful head bow here.)

Now don’t get me wrong; I’m generally responsible. I always pay my bills on time, see the dentist twice a year, regularly change the oil in my car, and never drive without wearing a seat belt. So how did I, completely out of character, end up doing taxes on September 29th?