I work from home, and have for the last 8 years now. There's a small problem with that, in that I am not the most fastidious person on earth (it's one of the things that made me such an unlikely Naval officer). And entropy seems to drive all the crap in our house into my office.

Well, I got on a kick to clean the other day. And it appears that in the process of cleaning, I threw away all my tax records for last year. My wife had brought them up and put them on my desk at some point, and I must have tossed before looking at what they were.

You can imagine my current mood.