FEELING PENSIVE ...

 FEELING PENSIVE ... My morning was filled with a string of appointments, the final being a meeting with my long-time accountant re the final IRS form for the year. 

   As I signed the form for e-file, he gently informed me, "That is the last IRS JOINT FORM you will sign. From here on, you sign as a single lady."

   I knew that, I guess, but it startled me. Funny, I don't feel single. How could I, when my Bob still rides shotgun with me?