What do a tax audit and my mama's rumored love life have in common?

 

Nothing, but I wouldn't have experienced these things if my old man hadn't seen that white envelope that afternoon. Ain't that how all entertaining stories continue?

 

Mix in some identity theft, continuing to bid on old storage units, and losing my online job only to become a private tutor. What do we get?

 

Not a whole lot, but our neighbors are hoarding jewels, and nearly anyone will still pay to listen to a Delta gal talk.