About 5'3", and no good.
If you're really wondering what I'm spending my spare time working on (instead of keeping my house fastidiously tidy* and my son full to the brim with edutainment**) here is a clue:
It really is a walk down memory lane, going through all the receipts and credit card bills.
"Remember that one trip to the ER?"
"Insurance didn't really cover too much of that, did they?"
"Good times. Good times".
The thing is, we have someone who does our taxes.
It's still a pain in the ass.
*It could happen. If I were hypnotized and drugged.
**Hey. I helped him build a leprechaun trap, didn't I? An afternoon in front of the tv won't kill him.