I get home with Kona from the dog park, and discover a tragedy at home that pushes all thoughts of Mean IRS Lady from my mind: we’re out of marrow bones! I look at my watch, the boys’ beseeching faces, my watch……and head out to the store. Priorities, people, it’s all about priorities.
Whew, made it home in time. I wonder if she’ll show up exactly on time? Damn, I should have made a bundt cake.
Me: Wait, there are two of you?
Yvette, aka Original Mean IRS Lady: Yes, is that okay?
Me: Well, I was expecting just you so I’m not prepared for two, but sure.
Addendum Mean IRS Lady: Wait, dogs, you have dogs? I don’t like dogs.
Me: Yes, I have two dogs, but they’re friendly.
AMIL: Can you put them away in a room?
Me: A room? No. No I can’t. They will not be denied.
OMIL: You can’t separate them? She really is scared of dogs.
Me: They’re friendly, and they will NOT take well to being pushed aside.
AMIL: We have rules about dogs.
Me, getting huffy: Well! I told HER that I had two dogs and she said that was fine!
So we’re not exactly off to a great start here. Mind you, they haven’t even seen the boys yet. Oy….
(to be continued....)