Soul Seeds

Our taxes are done. We didn't have to do them ourselves, but I ask you, at what price? My husband used to think that our accountant was a vampire. However, after we stumbled out of her office late Friday afternoon and simply sat in our car staring out into middle distance, we started to rethink that.

In a soft voice, Ryan (my husband) said, "I feel like I'll never be happy again."
I shivered and whispered, "I'm so cold...so cold..."

We are seriously considering the possibility that she is a dementor.

 "Where is your 1099???"

She did not suck our soul seeds, so we shook it off. We went and had a bit of chocolate, and our tax lady  floated on back to Azkaban.  We have already started preparing for next year. Itemized receipts and your Patronus is all you need to survive tax season in these parts.