H&R Block

Tank has to have his tax forms for the last year for his interview.... in the morning! Grrr
Since I do his taxes and obviously am responsible for anything to do with them, he informs me i have to get them printed out right away. although that sounds like a task that could be completed by say, hitting the print key or somehting like that, but that just would be incredibly simple.
I grab my lap top and since it is acting all nuts, I decide that if i just print to a file it would be okay and then pull the file up on the desktop and print it. (again i am lulled into simpledom)
I seem to have some sort of glitch that is preventing me from going on the internet, where as it turns out is the file that i need to print to a PDF. so i save to a SBU or USB or BUS or what ever you call this tiny chip. and head off with my rose colored glasses to the desktop (note, it is in the loft where the temperature is akin to the sun's surface) and figure out how to put it in this computer and view the file. Well not actually view because i can see the icon, but i cannot read the file because the software is not on this computer.
But that should be easy enough to load on to it, once i find the disk (note, i had not put it back in the box, i had not put it in the file folder in the cabinet, i had for some reason left it in my lap top, that took about an hour)
Load it up, and go to open the file, but i still cannot because the state form is only on the hard drive and I have to call HR Block to get it again.
there is an 800 number and i cring, but what choice so i have, i am now in a battle with technogogy, my lost youth and my body's endurance of high temperatures.
Now the phone is answered by a gentleman (i am like a reverse psychic. you know how they always say 'the persons name begins with J or T' and you give them a name and they say 'that is it', well i heard his name , i know his name, but all i can tell you is it begins with an R. reverse psychic.) so R manages to help me out of my state of panic and gets me up and running. I will not go into details, but i know all about his life, and we were on the phone easily an hour, and he is my new best friend. If you ever have a problem with your software, ask for the guy with the R name, he is wonderful.
and I then print it out, 4 hours (not an exaggeration) later.
I get the feeling I may be in another clamity spiral.
I call Tank and tell him, he is not impressed, in fact, he asked me if I ate his oatmeal as he needs it for the morning. I told him to go to the store. Grrr