Please stand up, please stand up… Yesterday, I filled out our taxes. I have not filed them yet, but likely will soon. For now, I am letting them ferment. Things went mostly smoothly, mostly. Anyway, our final result came out very well. We owe the IRS some more but will recover most of that debt through our Missouri refund. $140 is smallest additional amount that I will have to pony up since I retired. The only real hiccup in the whole process came when I was gathering data to plug into TurboTax. There were no problems with the 1099s, but when it came time for social security, I hit a snag. In order to get my info, I had to create a new login. I dimly remember that the login that I used last year was going to be obsolete soon. Well, that time is now. This new login required me to furnish a new password, photo ID and facial metrics. By simultaneously using both our PC and my iPhone I was able to accomplish these tasks, but when we tried to replicate these actions for Anne, we hit a snag. Anne got an error code and had to call them. Long story short, they did not believe that she was who she purported to be. Will the real Slim Shady please stand up. Please stand up, please stand up. I now expect ICE to show up and whisk her away to some foreign hellhole. I’m keeping the door locked for now. As a workaround the operator suggested that we try another still available login pathway that uses yet another soon to be obsolete path. That worked, we got her logged in and were able to get the pertinent tax document. Afterwards, Anne found our little adventure in government bureaucracy too taxing and took a nap.