Dearest one got off the comfy couch yesterday to go and get me some tax forms from the post office several miles away. It was cold and he was tired and still he went. He got there and the postmaster told him to help himself, that there were two copies of all the forms in one package. He held out a package to dearest one who then told him that I'd already wrecked two copies. The postmaster grabbed a handful and said, "In that case, here, you better take more."