when my CPA handed me the copies of my tax stuff, but not all the stuff. The packet was missing the “originals” needed to mail to the IRstinkin’S.
Instead of reaching for the “originals”, the gal said, “… We will transmit your return Today”.
I clutched my chest, and I was all, “Whutwhutwhut?”
And she was all, “We’ll transmit your return today.”
And I got all tingly and felt tears fill my over-tired-runnin’-all-over-creation-with-a-sick-kid-eyes… and I was all, “You mean… youyou mean… I don’t…”
And she was all, “Nope, we will transmit them.”
And I was all, “You REALLY mean I don’t have to…to…to…to” And my mind was spinning - I wouldn’t have to sort through the “sign-here” stickies or wait in line on April 14th at the post office, nor would I have to fill out the certified form nor the return receipt form, nor would The 3 Year Old be given another opportunity to prove to the public that her mother has no parenting skillz…
And the clouds parted. Rays of sunlight beamed down… the angels sang from on-high… I may have done a back-flip or a triple lutz, and it is even possible everyone in the office heard me yodel.
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