All the things I would rather do than scan receipts for my accountant

Right at number one of my biggest enemies in life: the little blue envelope. Well, it could very well be that I open those miserable things a bit later than is wise, but hey, I'm only twenty-eight and I've read that this falls under the heading ’things you can still get away with before you turn thirty’ (Hallelujah, sort of).
Anyway, numbers and I have never been best buddies. The only thing I'm good at is making sure they disappear from my bank account. So sorting out all that tax stuff? Pfff, I'd rather do this:
– Getting my blood drawn.

– Being stuck in a painfully long traffic jam.

– 100 burpees followed by 100 jumping squats and then running another round in Vondelpark.

– Watching all the movies of Adam Sandler.

– And also listening to all the albums of Nickelback. The worst.

– Singing ’I Will Always Love You’ by Whitney Houston in a packed concert hall. Actually, that's more torture for the people present, because I can do everything – except sing well.

– Participating in one of those sickening hotdog eating contests.

– And also: participating in one of those keg stands. You know, hanging upside down over a beer keg and drinking. And I hate beer.

– Voluntarily mucking out horse stables.

– Watching speeches by Donald Trump on repeat.

– Walking around all day with lipstick on my teeth. (Hopefully on a day when I hardly have to laugh.)

– Engaging in a discussion with someone who really wants to lose weight but refuses to exercise.

– Reporting the meter readings.

– Really emptying my wardrobe, sorting it out, and organizing it by color.

– Finally starting with Tinder.

– Explaining to my grandma how an iPad works.

– Typing like this the whole day.

– Wearing Crocs for a week.

– And a white legging. No no, I take that back, what a misery.

– Watching television where an ad break is inserted every three minutes.

– Having 3G instead of 4G on my phone.

– Writing lists like this.