I've been working on my taxes all day, trying to get them done before we leave for Italy on the 31st, and I am freaking out. What a hateful task.
I'm listening to Italian tapes while I'm doing it, hoping I'll learn through osmosis, that it'll just seep into my brain, cuz I'm not paying that much attention. However, if I get audited I will be able to say, "Io non capisco."
Ah, well...that's enough of this tax crap. Time for some vino.