It's Tax Day, and in true Goofus and Gallant fashion, Sam, the Gallant, has already filed her taxes. While Goofus Me, Brodie, has not. And to put a super fine point on that, I literally just have to hit the "File" button. I've already filled it all out. All the info is in there.

In my defense, it's not like I'm staring down the barrel of a huge refund. The way I have my with-holdings set up through payroll, I'm generally breaking even each year. I actually owe like two bucks. Don't get me wrong, of course I'm still filing, but the IRS isn't exactly sending the FBI to kick down my door for two dollars. They'll just send a shady newspaper boy.

But that's not good enough for Sam. Apparently I'm just being ridiculously lazy, and boy did she let me have it. Take a listen:

But again, it's not entirely that I'm lazy, it's that I'm in no rush to send in my two bucks. So... whatever. Come at me, IRS, I've got the cash in hand, the brass in pocket.