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Yeah! April 15th has come and gone. This year I handled tax season much better, with only 2 or 3 days of crying and bemoaning my fate as the tax day drew near. Through no fault of my own, and not the way that I would like to organize my life, I was required to spend an excruciating week of waiting on income figures from my New Orleans CPA. I hate to refer to him as my CPA because I don’t really want to own him. I inherited him when my father died. In the past 8 years, this man has always made me wait until the last minute to receive the necessary information to file my taxes. Finally at 11:30 a.m. Monday, April 14th., my California CPA, Larry received the necessary documentation. Thank goodness for Larry and his rapid turn around and he had my taxes prepared by 1:30 p.m. the same day.

Later that afternoon when I was taking Nuala for her evening stroll I tossed the IRS checks in the mailbox. I had the sudden urge to toss in the bag of Nuala poopies too, but realized that it was not the post office, nor the IRS that I wanted to receive the offensive items, but the New Orleans CPA. Sanity ruled, and I tossed the poopies in the garbage and continued my walk to Portfolio for a double shot nonfat decaf latte. Ahh…the growth.