death & taxes.

Every time I log onto Facebook, another friend is newly engaged or posting their latest sonogram... and if you knew how often I log onto Facebook, you'd know that that's a lot of engagements and babies.

My dad says that life goes in stages, that for the next couple of years I'll be in the engagement/wedding phase then the baby phase (although life seems to be moving faster in my generation than his; maybe we're just more "efficient" as a lot of us are skipping the 'then' part) and eventually you get to funerals, when everyone you know has a dead or dying parent and soon enough it's your classmates and spouses.

I guess it's true that the only things certain in life are death and taxes; while I've not found myself in the engagement/wedding/baby phase just yet personally, my life and times have just-- at this very moment-- come to a screeching arrival in a parallel, less joyful phase of life. Ladies and gentlemen, I am officially a tax payer.

So this afternoon I won't be updating a page on theknot.com with all the fun details of my coming nuptials-- I've added that to my own personal list of signs of the apocalypse-- or posting my baby bump progress on my Facebook page (okay, but really, I wouldn't do that anyway. Gross.) Nope, my little slice of adulthood comes instead in the form of a maiden voyage on TurboTax.com. Eat your hearts out, blushing brides.

*This bitter rant brought to you by a gloomy sky and interrupted Sunday afternoon nap.