I got a call from my wife today informing me that she got the mail out of the mailbox and it was all soaked due to a combination of our ghetto mailbox and Oregon’s crap winter weather.  As if that wasn’t bad enough she informed me that we had received a letter from the IRS saying we were getting audited.  Now normally on April first you blow this off, except for we’ve already gotten two of these letters asking us for money from our 2006 taxes when Heather’s former salon submitted records with amounts that conflicted with the results they provided to us.  Every few weeks we have received a letter and have had to pay a few hundred dollars.  It has been infuriating and I thought we had it all sorted out.  Even with all of this going on, I was still dubious of my clever wife… until I got a call from my accountant Bob Nelson.  He said to prepare for the worst and that when audits happen you don’t often escape without having to pay a bunch of money.  I fell for it hook, line, and sinker.  I don’t know how, but I will have my revenge.  And Bob, you will not get away with this.

Heather gets me every year.  How she convinced an accountant to waste 15 minutes of his day to talk on the phone with his unnecessarily wound up client two weeks before tax day is beyond me.  The only thing that explains it is that he must have the same delight in trickery that she does.

Sorry I haven’t posted in a long time.  I have been impossibly busy.  With that, I am off.