I'm totally throwing out the Mardi Gras beads.

I just realized today is April 14th... which means that tomorrow is April 15th.... which means that I have to file my taxes.

I do realize I can file them before the 15th. In fact, every year I fully intend to do so. I get all motivated in January, thinking I'll get them done early and get them off of my mind.  And then I don't. I have to wait for stuff, yanno? And then.... math.... ugh.

Doesn't it seem like there are usually a lot more reminders about tax day than there were this year? Maybe I haven't been watching enough television. This year I sort of just pushed taxes to the back of my mind and was all "Yeah... those are due, like, forever from now. It's cool."

At any rate, today I realized I was really pushing it and decided to get started (right after this blog post, that is). But first I would need to locate all of my stuff. Forms with numbers for names. Or number and letter combinations. Forms that look official and that I should have been keeping in a safe place. A file perhaps.

And that's when I took a good, hard look at my desk.

Ah, my beautiful desk. The place where I spend so much of my time, a hub of busy activity, a cornucopia overflowing with everything that passes through my fingertips on a daily basis and then some.  It's a ridiculous mess.

The above picture is just a small selection of disaster. What IS all that stuff? Expired coupons, a patch that needs to be sewn on something for some kid, mail from my alma mater asking for support... my desk would certainly win on Let's Make A Deal.

Somewhere under all that mess are a few important tax documents I'll be needing for the good old IRS this year. So I'm hereby declaring April 14th to be National Clean Up Your Desk In Order To Find Your Crap Day. 

I think it might catch on.