Thanks for the moral/immoral support.

Thinking about us - and laughing - while you are enjoying your Fireball

Probably won't have time before April 15 to take a peek at my Venmo balance and business Zelle payments, though I know the pile of paper checks are piling up in my desk drawer; takes too long to mobile deposit (you're too close...get closer...you're too close...get closer!)    Wonder how much Fireball I could stock up on.

" takes too long to mobile deposit (you're too close...get closer...you're too close...get closer!)  "

I hear Fireball helps with that problem.

Fireball is a miracle cure.  In fact, it is contagious in a good way.  The more I drink, the prettier the women in the bar get.  

Speaking of Fireball and women, did you ever go out for a second date with Jenny?  Or did she cut back on her Fireball intake and she thought you weren't quite as good looking as she first thought?

Jenny's work hours and my work hours conflict.  Maybe after tax time I'll call her again.  I misplaced her number but I know the wall where I can find it.  The only problem with Jenny is to reach her I need a dime and an old-fashion pay phone.

We can start a "Dimes for Jenny" fund to help you out with that.  

I'd rather you start a "Fireball for Frustrated-in-IL" fund.

The fundraising effort for that one might be a little more difficult. 🤔

I figured the fundraising would be more difficult.  Never fear.  I have a backup plan:

https://www.foodandwine.com/fireball-whisky-lifetime-supply-giveaway-11701424

I just have to figure a way around their age requirement.  

Don't tell Brother Cooley - he probably meets the age requirement!

You're a tax preparer - the stress of the job ages us faster than the rest of the population.  Send a picture of yourself, I'm sure they will bite that you are over 90.

I am not 90 yet but on the first of March I celebrated the 60th anniversary of my 21st

I have a calculator that says that is 91!

Your  machine is wrong I am 81, 91 will get here soon enough.

5.45 am? In my younger days that was the time I was just getting in from a date.

The last two nights. I left the office at 9:00 am and 6:45 am.  I am feeling it today.  Let's see long long I last tonight.

I'm a one person shop in a bank building so I am easy to find, and to disturb.  Between knocks on the door, texts, email, and phone calls, the only time I can get anything done is from like 9:00 pm on.

I should track the amount of time I spend daily responding to "is my return done?".  Well over an hour a day.  If I didn't do that, I might be able to get some tax returns done.

It appears that I was behind the times when I was still preparing tax returns. Except for people who were out of state my tax returns were all by appointment only. As I have gotten older I have learn that more and more preparers are doing the returns like you do and that is by having their clients drop or mail the information in.

Clients always assume that we work 24 hours a day and we should be on call 24 hours a day - the equivalent of dialing 911.  I have never heard of anybody dying because they couldn't reach their tax preparer at their exact moment of "crisis".  We don't answer phones after 5:00 pm or on the weekends.  That's our quiet time to try and get something done.  If the Pope calls at 5:01, he better be ready to leave a message because I'm not answering.