(((Healed))) I'm sorry T didn't respond. That was quite stupid of him.

OH, and guess what. When H came home I whispered to him that I couldn't find mother's taxes and he whispered "Wiki, Taxchick put this year's taxes in bright-assed orange envelopes, you couldn't have misplaced it" Just then a picture of the envelope came into my mind and I knew exactly where it was. Dear sweet H, what would I do without him?