Along about the 24th or so Dorothy and I will receive a visit from one of our German daughters, Anna.  She was our first exchange student and we have been blessed with a visit from her every year since she left to go back home.  We even visited Germany one year to see her homeland.  We were also blessed with having her little sister stay with us when it was time for her to do the exchange student program.  Different girls but the same in many ways.  I think I have probably bored some people to death with tales of how much we have enjoyed them both over the years, but, well, I cant help myself. 

If you never tried the exchange program you missed an opportunity to meet some fine young people.  You missed the opportunity to show off our country at its very best.  That being the fact that our day to day lives are not affected in the same way, by government, as in some other parts of the world.  The simple fact that a ladies dress store has 5 thousand dresses to choose from instead of 50.  The girls thought the gap was a suburb of heaven.  Dorothy has been busy locating another store for Anna to shop at.  She can do some major league shopping while she is here.  Its always exciting to weigh her luggage before she goes home.

It will be a little sad this year as they have lost both their dad and granddad this last year.  However, we will do all we can do to cheer her up and make her visit a nice one. 

We kid our own children that the girls will share in their inheritance, but we do love them all.  When Anna found out the date of Kyle’s wedding, she immediately went to her boss and secured time off to come to Texas for the wedding.  Dont think she would have missed it for the world.

I am glad that it is warm here during her visit as she loves the weather and loves to go to the bay front to run in the mornings.  Anna has recently become a triathlon competitor and marathon runner.  Glad it is her and not me.

Its Monday morning, time to load up the calculator and run out and audit the hell out of somebody.  The word auditor is fun to say.  If I am in a clients office and some of their employees are staring at me, wondering who I am, all I have to say is that I am an auditor and that will clear a room faster than a hand granade.  If you let slip the letters IRS, they vacate the building.  I always try to get their names before I say anything about who I am, they then spend the day worrying that I am somehow after them.  I have even had people come by later in the day and ask if I am looking at them.  Guilt?

Chewey, the CPA