They say there are only two inevitable things: death and taxes. We attempted to deal with both at our house last night.
As it turns out, Papa Frog didn't not survive the freeze as well as we had initially believed. At bed time, we realized he was in fact very dead. To add insult to injury, we were out of pretty little boxes and Papa Frog's coffin was a toothpaste box. Poor Evan was so sad. We will have the funeral today, and we have big plans to find an appropriate new Papa Frog.
Once Evan had settled into bed, Brad and I settled in to do our taxes. We got just far enough to realize we needed to click that "Schedule an Appointment" button. It seems living in one state while working in another makes filing taxes way more complicated. They were asking all kinds of crazy questions and ugly red exclamation points kept popping up. We have an appointment for Thursday.
Here's another reason why I love my husband. He knows when to call in the professionals. He has brilliantly done our taxes for years, but last night he clicked that little button so fast it would make your head spin. And then we snuggled in to watch a little comedy, enjoy a glass of wine, and call it a night.
Here's hoping for a much less dramatic day today.