Like Father, Like Daughter

I had a bit of, "Oh my gosh, I'm like my dad!" this past Monday. It wasn't all my doing, but as I was driving to the post office on Monday night at 10:00, I realized that Dad was just about to do the same thing in Utah.
Actually, John and I decided it was more advantageous to claim our two oldest offspring this year for tax purposes. Then, we waited for our returns to come back so we could pay what they owed. Therefore, it was Monday, April 18th at around 3:00pm when John told me the taxes were ready to be filed. I remembered around 9:00pm that I had to write some checks and take them to the post office! (OOOPS!)
I knew that I have seen news stories about all the people who wait to file until the 12th hour, so I figured our post office would be open. Wrong!
The closest post office with extended hours was 30 miles away. Okay, so we could either file electronically and pay an extra $50, or I could spend an hour and drive. I opted to drive.
It was pretty cool once I got the the West Sacramento office; I drove past a worker with a collection box and dropped it in and drove away. Nice!
Next year....