I fell in the mulligrubs this week. Last Friday I had to put down a dog. She’s been declining, but I thought we had more time. Isn’t that always the case?
Then I tried to do Ethan’s final tax return. He did his own taxes for the first time last year (of course) and changed his login password. After an hour of guessing, I called customer support. An annoyingly cheery robot asked questions and when…