Numbers scare me. Math scares me. The IRS scares me. April 15 scares me. You get the picture...the tax man cometh every year and every year I remember exactly why I did not pursue a career in accounting.
When our kids were babies, we'd tuck them into bed on New Year's Eve with the help of Reema, our then college-age friend/nanny/godmother. Not that we couldn't have put them to bed without her help, but the fact is, we -- Fred -- couldn't do the taxes without her.