Doing my taxes tonight, can't wait to get my cigar money back from Obama! 
Sounds like a great Friday night. 
And by doing my taxes, I mean: going to my CPAs office, drinking a beer while he crunches my numbers. I bring him a beer too, not like I'm some beer-hoarding-pinko-commie! 
Well, that sounds a little better. Not just you and the TurboTax. 
He's an old roommate of mine, best-man at my wedding, etc - didn't realize how nice is to have a CPA for a best friend until a couple of years ago...the free advice is honestly priceless. His dad is a CPA too and does financial advising, it's quite the setup.
I can go you one better. My CPA is my little sister.
NICE! And if she fucks up, you can just beat her up for old times sake, hahaha.
Nah, she's 15 years younger than me so we never fought. She was 3 when I went to college. So she still thinks I walk on water.
I did once pound the living shit out of her weasel of a husband (now ex-husband). Oh, all riiiight, I punched him three times in the face and knocked him on his ass. Right in front of two of Enumclaw's finest. He wanted to know why they didn't arrest me. They explained that if I hadn't hit him they'd have felt compelled to arrest him. The advantages of having deep roots in a small town.
But yeah, my sister is one of the few people on the earth who think I can do no wrong.
