Tax season

Blech. Today is tax calculation day in the Jib household, and I'm halfway through it. There was a time where I didn't mind doing my taxes because it was a cinch. I called up a telephone number, input my numbers, and I was done (ahh, Telefile). Then I got married, bought a house, etc., etc. Last year I swore I was taking my taxes to a pro this year, but there must be a chemical in my blood that makes me forget about the pain of the previous year's tax calculations. So far, things are going better than last year, but I'm not holding out hope that I won't come upon some pain in the ass bugaboo before all is said and done.