I went into my MIL’s room this evening. She was lying on her bed watching (**shudders in horror**) Dr. Phil.

Me: Ma, do you want me to do your taxes?
MIL: Yes.
Me: Do you have all your paperwork?
MIL: Yes.
Me: Well, do you want to give it to me so I can do your taxes?
MIL: **suddenly irritated** I told sherlock that I wanted him to do my taxes!
Me: And now I’m standing here telling you I’m going to do your taxes.
MIL: Okay.
Me: **Bou Blink** So, do you want to give me the paper work?
MIL: I can’t just leave it out, you guys will lose it!
Me: Well, I can’t pull numbers out of the thin air. If you want me to do your taxes, you have to give me the papers!
MIL: Okay.
Me: **Bou Blink** Um…
MIL: When do you want them?
Me: Now.
MIL: Oh, okay.

Her taxes are done. Our taxes are, I think, also done. It’s only February 7th!

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