Tuesday

So finally convinced Nabal to take the tax stuff to a preparer. He very nicely asked me where I moved all the tax papers to. I haven't touched a thing. He's running around saying thatsomeone moved them. Not a soul touched them here. Then he says you moved them when you put this here, as he waved a piece of paper I had never seen. It finally clicked. He was working on all that when he was drunk the other night. He moved everything around and doesn't remember any of it...