My commute is not (yet) kerfucked because I am still on the couch in my pjs. Should probably do something about that.

Yay, Susan! I've long forgotten the tax implications, but something to factor in -- if the company pays regular dividends, it may be worth considering whether to accept the regular extra income over the one-time windfall that may be subject to a big tax hit.

Oh jesus, just got an invite to my 20 year HS reunion. Unpossible!

As I understand it, the cost basis is the worth of the stock the day your relative died. If it's now worth more, you'll pay long-term capital gains on the difference between the cost basis and the current value. Considering that the market is down, you might not have anything to pay, unless the amount of inheritance is high enough to be subject to inheritance taxes. If it is, congratulations!

(Note: Amateur advice. Use with caution.)

Emeline has decided she does not like pants. She screamed and whined for a half hour this morning about her severe dislike of pants.

Apparently Aunt Jilli has corrupted her....

Gods, it's been a bit, let me see...

Cost Basis is the amount of money on which taxes have already been paid. With stocks it would most likely be the price of the stocks when they were purchased. You would be taxed on the difference if they're worth more.

For example: On Day X when Relative purchased the stocks, he paid $1000.00 for them. He paid for it out of his own pocket, presumably with money from a paycheck on which he had already paid taxes.

On Day Y when they get cashed in (either by Relative or by Heir) they are worth $3000.00. Relative (or Heir) will owe taxes on $2000.00 worth of assets.

The rule is more or less this: The IRS *will* get their bite, but they only get to bite once.

Susan! Crumbs, that would be fabulous. Fingers crossed!

Meara, I'm wishing you Less Irritating But Equally Hot Womenfolk right now and they're fucking great. (And great at fucking.)

Emeline has decided she does not like pants. She screamed and whined for a half hour this morning about her severe dislike of pants.

It's been a long day, so initially I failed to translate this in my head into US-speak, and was nodding in an unsurprised way about Em going commando as I recalled the Empress impressively whisking off her knickers in front of me (whilst wearing PJs, iirc).

But that's NOT what you meant. Okay. Carry on.

So, 2nd day of parent conferences and so far, so good. There are a few stragglers I need to mop up, but mostly we're done. Yay! And one of them brought me a random bottle of wine! Jacob's Creek Cabernet Sauvignon - ie wine I would totally drink! (...were I not following Atkins). Yay for that!

the Empress impressively whisking off her knickers in front of me

Bwah!!

Oh, the pants battles. I'm sorry, Aimee; apparently Matilda has been secretly precocious and has stolen my phone to call Em and coach her behind both our backs. Nine times out of ten over the past month or so, she screams during the getting-dressed process as if her pants (er, trousers?) were lined with fire ants and sandpaper.

Unemployment: Day 3. Plans for the day include bagel-eating, a thorough rewatch of the Wire finale, sucking it up and calling my dad, emailing my beloved ex-boss with a list of other university positions I'm applying for so he can visit the people involved and use his emeritus status as a very superior pimp, going to a very-likely-to-be-fruitless-but-shouldn't-pass-it-up-anyway interview downtown, dinner at Deb's for mutual "People who fire people SUCK ASS AND SHOULD BE BURNINATED" pissing and moaning and incidental food and bellini consumption.

It's really a very busy day. I sure am glad I don't have a goddamn job to go to; it'd really put a crimp in my schedule.

I love JZ's plan for the day!

My day includes going to the dentist in a bit and complaining about how tired I am and how my throat is all raspy.