My life, for what it's worth, part 2

What a last day.  Tax season is always stressful, and the last day is always hard, but this one was particularly bad.  In a normal year I would have had things wrapped up on Sunday.  I worked hard all day that day and left feeling happy that I was all caught up.  I had a couple of appointments Monday, no big deal. Monday I came in to a full schedule, mostly procrastinators who knew they owed, waited til the last minute and were mad about everything.  Even some of my own clients, who started months ago, didn't come in to finish until Monday.  They wandered in without an appointment and wanted in depth planning and a nice chat, which would have been fine if they hadn't been piling up in the waiting room. Today I went through my list carefully and sent emails to a half dozen people who hadn't finished yet.  I did a return for a preparer who got the flu and couldn't get caught up.  She promised to pay me but I bet she won't.  I got a letter f...

Sometimes it's hard for me to believe that five people as different as my brothers and I could grow up in the same house with the same parents. Today four of us got together for Easter.  Two of the brothers there are extremely pro gun.  They went out and bought assault rifles when Obama was elected, because they wanted to have them in case he banned them.  One brother does hunt and shoot on a very regular basis -- I'm not defending his having one of those stupid guns, but at least he does use it.  The other brother hasn't been hunting or shooting in decades.  They started a loud discussion about their guns, and how nobody ever better try to take them away. Another brother and I are violently opposed to assault weapons being available at all to the public.  Both of us would vote to ban them entirely from the earth. The fourth brother is kind of in the middle, but he's the one who makes political discussions stop, and he wasn't there. And it went just...