OK, one last:
I get back home, got my Monday appointment with my CPA trying to make sense of all the tax info I've been avoiding, and I tell her about my race win, since she's a race fan and has been following my new Walter Mitty life with some amusement.
She says: "Awesome, what are you going to do to celebrate? You need to go out and buy yourself something nice."
I say: "What? My accountant is telling me to
spend money??"
She says: "Sure! Just make it something we can write off!"