I Do What I Want

What's up with significant others who try to ration the amount of Ben & Jerry's I eat? I spent an hour on the phone with the IRS tonight and got transfered to three different people and the only way to feel better about that phone call was to eat 1/2pint of New York Super Fudge Chunk. Period. I never realized how ridiculous our tax system truly is until trying to set up a *simple* payroll system. BAH.