No, my part of the city is in District 12. It turns out it's Jackie Speier.

Well, that's cool too.

Grrrl power all the way!!!

The one I told her to sell 2 years ago at about $60 because it was insane to stay invested in single stocks when my brother and I are counting on this trust to pay our debts? That one? Yeah, she didn't sell any and it's at $15 now.

Can't you and your brother stage a coup to take control away from her?

The one I told her to sell 2 years ago at about $60 because it was insane to stay invested in single stocks when my brother and I are counting on this trust to pay our debts? That one? Yeah, she didn't sell any and it's at $15 now.

HMOG.

We actually had a kind of funny semi-related thing at work recently... Someone found some actual stock certificates that hadn't been sold years ago, like they should have been. They were for some drug store chain that doesn't exist anymore, but the stocks turned into Rite-Aid, I think. Turns out, Rite-Aid or whichever one was worth like $3/share when we went to sell it. The CEO was standing in the hall screaming, "How can a DRUG STORE be at THREE DOLLARS?!?!?" Of course, this was all found money, so not an actual problem for us. But still.

So this week? Is made of fail.

Roof leak. Guess I just didn't notice it last night. So far, just discoloration on the wall/ceiling in the bedroom and ceiling of adjacent closet.

But water leaks are one of my phobias. I've had nightmares involving crumbling ceilings and mold. Water stains alone give me the creeps.

Sigh.

And as soon as I eat, I need to vacuum and mop because the floors are gross.

Just got a document draft back from someone who I've had to harrass for two weeks with the following note:

I need to radically rewrite the overview I wrote, which is a stream of consciousness diatribe I can only call Clinton-esque in its unnecessary length and self serving tone.

Frankly, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I do know I don't want to open the document.

actual stock certificates

Hubby saw a scrapbooking show where the perky hostess burbled about the pretty sheets of paper she found in her husband's file cabinet with the gorgeous engraving and fancy borders, and how lovely they were when she cut out the centers and used the borders on her pages.

She didn't understand why he was so angry with her, if they were important and worth so much, why were they on paper? Especially where she could get to them?

The next piece of paper she owuld have seen would have been a divorce decree.

I need to radically rewrite the overview I wrote, which is a stream of consciousness diatribe I can only call Clinton-esque in its unnecessary length and self serving tone.

I vote laugh! Because COME ON.

Can't you and your brother stage a coup to take control away from her?

If you know my sister, this is pretty funny.

Sadly, my Dad chose her as executrix. It was mostly because as the oldest, and the one married with kids, she was by default the more "responsible" one (in his mind). And she did get an MBA from Virgina and a PhD in business from BU. I worked in investment consulting a bit longer than her, but, whatever.

It's just she is 1) mentally unstable, and 2) rich. The trust is a bit like play money to her. Plus, she has this thing about my stepmother that makes her think it's a good thing when the trust doesn't do well because it pays out less to my stepmother (see also #1).

Did we know that it snows on Mars?

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