The local rib joint, which we hit for dinner tonight, has the usual assortment of junk on the walls: antique-looking bits of farm equipment, cheesy oil paintings of John Wayne & Clint Eastwood, antler trophies, that kind of stuff. They also have, rather inexplicably, a stuffed bear in the entrance area. Hunter always wants to pose with it... tonight I remembered the camera. What a goof.Just in case you were still wondering, we came out of the tax audit owing nothing... what a relief. The only really disconcerting part was when the guy from H&R showed up to represent us, he looked an awful lot like Dick Cheney. No fooling.
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2 comments:
Congrats on the audit. I know it is pretty unnerving.
Looks like the bear has met his match.
Some knit with us soon. We miss you.
Yeah, Kay, where have you been?
The tax man thing would be scary. Dick Cheney would be even scarier. I hope I never meet him.
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