Wendy imagines life behind bars.
Wendy is relieved that we've finished our taxes and paid what we owed. She worries every year, fearing the Feds and remembering what my dad always says: "Always pay your taxes. That's how they finally got Al Capone."
Wendy is scared we'll get arrested or owe so much in taxes and fines that we'll run out of money for cat food or become homeless. She spends a lot of her free time sitting on the folder of tax records and giving us pointed, dirty looks.
She was always suspicious when we got tax refunds so she breathed a sigh of canned-rabbit-scented relief when we learned we actually owed money this year. That's Wendy's idea of things being right with the world.