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I attempted to get the doctor to write me a note excusing me from having to go to the tax man, but alas, Dr. Mary refused and told me to “Man up!”
So, we departed the house at 10:00 am and attempted to drive down the street, but my legs were trembling, my eyes were not focused, my hands were twitching, and I was thinking about how many years I might be in the hoosegow after the taxes were done. Where can I rob a bank and get away? It was a terrifying experience.
But my bride was as solid as a bowl of freshly made Jello! I had four pieces of paper to take to the office, and Mary had three boxes of proof, check registers, and a recording of all the times she went to confession regarding clever tax dodges. She was prepared to do battle wearing her genuine aluminum tax-proof vest and a hat with Viking horns, hoping to frighten the tax man.
We entered his office with trepidation, wondering how we could request a joint jail cell!
Oh my, this is NOT a game!
After an hour of sweating and requiring pliers to uncross my fingers, we got the news. We are getting our money back this year. He did not say how much, but we were happy to hear the news. At least we did not have to pull out our extensive list of potentially useful tax deductions, including the one about raising ostriches and making arrows for small bows!
OK, a sigh of relief, we headed home for lunch. We worked around the house for a while. The damned rabbits could the lettuce garden, so I placed a 3/8th inch steel screen over what was remaining, hoping it would grow back!
If they get through this, next comes the electric fence!
At 7:08 pm (sunset), I lay down on the couch and fell asleep. By 8:00 pm, I moved to the bedroom and slept for eleven hours straight. The taxes had a more significant effect on me than I had thought.
We did call our niece Lisa, who just turned thirty years old, but she did not answer; we will try again.
Mary is very forgiving!
