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Guy Forsyth is having a baby. Seriously. I didn't even know he was pregnant, but it (they don't know the sex) is due in 2 weeks... Mary if a girl and Jack if a boy. I remembered what I was going to write about yesterday, but I have to admit, it will not likely be as exciting to you as it was to me. Since sometime after Orville and Wilbur did their thing until just recently, if you ever needed to update your information registered with the Federal Aviation Administration, you had to write a formal letter and mail it in. I discovered yesterday afternoon that I could now create an account on their website and update my license info online, submit it, and wait a day or two... *poof* done. That's fantastic. Anyhoo, that was it really. I have a psychological issue with taxes. There mere thought of doing a tax return makes me freak with discomfort. I've often written that I would prefer to just pay a flat rate and let them keep it than deal with the IRS. I don't know where it came from and how it has developed into this, but it is here. Today I must attempt to trudge through not only refiling last years return that apparently was lost in transit, but also filing this years return. Erin always did them and she was quite good at it. I am really not looking forward to this...