On any other April 15th, the kitchen table would house piles of paper sorted in a way only one person on earth knows. Piles of forms, receipts and other documentation to prove to the federal government that we dutifully pay our taxes. On any other April 15th, I’d be grumpier than the president’s hair on a windy day (is that why he sometimes wears those goofy hats?). But not this April 15th as the government has extended the tax deadline for three months from now. So I’m treating today like a holiday–albeit one that I can’t go anywhere to celebrate–but if there’s a beer in the fridge I’ll find a way. Cheers fellow tax payers! And happy holiday.