Ever since I started working, April 15th has meant only one thing to me: Tax Day. Taxes are not fun. I am tired of allowing something so un-fun to take over an entire day of the year in my psyche.

I used to think the worst thing that could happen would be to lose someone I love during the Holiday Season. I’ve often wondered how you could possibly ever celebrate the holidays again.

Maggie has been waiting since March. April arrived in April.

If any of my friends are looking at the title of this column they are certainly thinking, “Toldo, are you sincerely telling anyone not to be late?”

So, I just signed up to run in the Crim.

“Take care of you.”

I have a tree fort. Yes, a tree fort – just like a ten-year-old, frog-collecting kid.

We’re well into the season, and I am just getting geared up for the annual torture-fest called Spring Cleaning.