On the day Adam did the taxes, which is should be noted is a great and terrible day, I tried to be contagiously cheerful.
Adam is the smartest person I know and when he gets confused, my world doesn't make sense (and he gets cranky). Taxes scare me. They are a great big mystery with nonsensical language and dollar signs.
So rather than hanging around and being cheerful, I just made myself scarce. Seemed wise.
When Adam emerged, taxes done, I greeted him like the conquering hero he is. I love that guy.