Your job, should you choose to accept it, is to find me a post office that stays open until midnight.

– Mr. T

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my boyfriend (fiance? *gasp*) is a procrastinator.  At 9:30pm, while I stretched out on the couch and read a book, he sweated over his taxes.  Papers flew left and right, the calculator clicked, and if I’m not mistaken I even heard a few “f*cks” being emitted at carefully timed intervals.  At 11:00pm we were fueling the car, and by 11:20pm he had gotten photocopies of his returns.  We actually made it with 15 minutes to spare to the only post office open until midnight!

Not exactly my idea of late-night excitement… Thank goodness taxes only come around once a year.