There's definitely a straight line declining balance of cells in the great empty space behind my eyes after that little trip. It even caused me to have problems finding my way around in that danged hotel that didn't cover much more area than my back yard.
I arrived yesterday with just enough time to find the other two ladies from the tax company, sign in, and nab a cup of coffee before being entertained by our instructors who happened to be two retired IRS auditors (I'm pretty sure they qualified as some of the "Raisin" clan that Special K and Leslie speak of). I learned a lot, had to lug home this big ole book full of tax stuff, and was the only one in the class to win a teeny, tiny, candy bar for answering a question right.(there were only two possible answers and luck was on my side!)
The only other entertainment was hearing a story that Tammy told us about killing a donkey with Corona Lights as we sat in the hotel lounge with long, tall, icy, margaritas. I was in my pjs and in bed by 10:15 so you know I was feeling my age.
The most important thing I learned during the 16 hours of instruction was we're going to have a few pissed off clients when they come to understand what the new classification for "qualifying child" on their 2005 tax return means.
Is everyone finished plucking their bird to get it ready to stick in the oven?