Taxing

This is my latest chalkboard message.

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.