Actually, I'm off playing "junior archeologist" today; my husband voiced that abusive term, "2007 tax forms" (yes; we filed an extension).

"If you really wanted me to be able to lay my hands on stuff like that within forty-eight hours," I told him, "you wouldn't have suggested that we move."

So then I got a Look. That look.

"Okay! Okay."

Posting will be light until (1) the accountants at my three main clients from last year fax duplicate forms over; (2) scrabbling through boxes of papers, I finally become completely incapacitated from an allergic reaction to the dust; or (3) my spouse becomes thoroughly fed up, and shoots me.

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