I used to date a guy whose birthday was April 15th. He said that when he was growing up, his father celebrated by working on their family taxes until the last possible minute and then making a mad squealing dash to the post office.
This used to make me feel sad for him. Now it just makes me smile. I blame Massachusetts.
John's birthday is April 14, and it's just as bad. He's spent more than one birthday swearing at Quicken and the government.
–Julie