David just walked into the room with a stack of mail in his hands. He says "Uh-oh. IRS for..." and then proceeded to name our business name.
I'm pretty much thinking this cannot be good and had that pukey feeling in my stomach.
Thoughts of a previous letter from the IRS saying we owed $13,000 ran through my head-- fortunately, that incident was simply a clerical error and easily fixed (whew!). But this time?!
He continues to read "Blah blah blah... please notify us of where to send... the overpayment..."
Overpayment?! He is just lucky I didn't have something in my hand to throw at him-- a fistful of coupons just wouldn't have caused the appropriate amount of damage!!! Okay, I'm going to calm down now. Maybe.
Seriously though, IS IT EVER A GOOD IDEA TO KID ABOUT THE IRS?! I think not. And this is definitely not something that is easily forgotten just because you say "I love you, baby!" with a smile on your face. In fact, perhaps the smile is not a good idea. And that he laughed? Yah, not a wise move either buddy.
Ack! I still feel my heart racing and all weird in my stomach. And someone needs to give David some marriage tips here. Y'know, like a top 10 list of things NOT to do!
David definitely balances me. I am not a prankster by nature, but he is. He usually holds back on playing tricks on me because the benefits don't
always ever outweigh the consequences. :) I guess this time he just didn't have enough self control!
I need to go walk 10 miles or do the super hula hoop on the Wii fit... anything to get unfrazzled.