On Paranoia

So, we went to the tax man on Friday and the news was oh, so good. I mean, we're not getting money back or anything, but we also don't owe big time. I was so relieved and happy to hear that news.

We were given a long list of backup paperwork to prepare and have a follow up appointment to finish up this Friday.

But now, given the similar ecstatic relief/subsequent later bad news of the completed short story assignment, I'm likely going to worry all week that we walk in and the tax preparer says this:

"Oh, remember how I said I'd need to run this stuff by a senior preparer to make sure it's correct? Well, it's not! You owe $17,000 in taxes!"

Or something.