Poor Darling Husband has been dealing with family freak-outs the last few days.
It started Friday. Genius Kid got a letter from the IRS stating he would not get his refund until he proved his identity. In the letter, the IRS demanded he need to come to their office and show his 2017 return.
I don't know why people spaz about the IRS. Keep your nose clean and don't take $2 billion in losses unless you have the receipts/paperwork to back it up. You'll be fine.
In GK's case, his return was flagged because 2018 was his first year to ever file, and Ohio had massive problems with fraud/stolen identities a few years ago. Both the feds and the state have been cracking down on anything remotely suspicious. In fact, DH and I had to jump through some hoops the first year after we moved back to Ohio.
After calling the IRS, GK found out he only needed to drive to the local office with his identity paperwork.
Also on Friday, I found my notes from
A Modicum of Truth regarding the plot threads that needed to be resolved in
A Matter of Death. Oops! So, it's meant a few days rearranging the chapters I've already written and adding some scenes. I'm more angry with myself than anything, so DH has been patting me on the back and saying that I'll get this sorted before the July release date.
Then yesterday, DH was sick. Sick enough to take a day off. And his dad called in a panic because his printer was out of ink.
Now, my father-in-law, bless his heart, is not technically inclined. DH has to download books onto FIL's Kindle for him. He'd never be able to swap out ink modules.
But DH tried to be responsible and told his dad he'd be over in a few days because he didn't want to give his dad whatever germs he was carrying. So FIL, not knowing how else to help, called several more times yesterday to check on his son even all DH needed was sleep. Which was pretty much what FIL did when DH had cancer, too.
So today, DH is feeling a bit better and went with GK to the IRS office over his lunch hour. And GK, who has been on our cases about sweets and weight, actually suggested they pick up some Cinnabons on the way home.
Because cinnamon rolls with vanilla frosting will make everyone feel a little better.