I (don't) <3 the CCRA

There's nothing that says "welcome home from your relaxing long weekend" like an audit notice.
Bleh.
Time to break the "in case of audit" glass and begin the hunt for last year's tax forms. It's only two pieces of paper to fax, but it still feels like my entire life is being scrutinized. I half expect to see a black sedan outside in the morning, though they'd have trouble going finding anything to search without being very obvious.
Then again, I do have a wireless network now...
[dons tin-foil hat]