I need to do a will so I can leave my cats to my nephew! (Evil cackle.) He hates cats. But as the nephew of three women without dependents, he will probably make out like a bandit.
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Timelies all!
Gary and I made our wills a couple of years ago. Just seemed like the right time to do it.(I don't remember the wording, so I don't know if we need to update to include my niece, or if we just said "the children of X")
Oh, dear, Lee. ~not-messy-ma.
Oh ugh, Lee.
Ugh, I'm sorry, Lee. I hope you're not caught in the fallout zone.
I'm pretty sure the fall out zone is primarily going to be in the SF office, rather than here, even though it may well impact me tangentially.
Hugs my less crazy satellite office tight.
Yeah, Pete and I need to write up wills. I'm pretty sure Dad (now) has a will, but I should check. I know that he has a pre-paid cremation plan, because he gave me the card for it while saying "I don't plan on you needing to use this for the next 50 years or so, but just in case ..."
And it sucks that you and I know this first-hand.
I wish you didn't.
Yeah, my dad bought a discount funeral plan years ago, but I think his will is actually on my dead laptop. Another thing to get on.
I don't know if I even care if the developer can tell I'm crying on the phone, because I am motherfucking over her. She's another person who'll start off with "it's all good" and end up with "I haven't done anything yet." I'm tired, frustrated, I feel like a heated icepick is being repeatedly planted in my back, and I have -5 patience right now. I do not need to be walking her through the steps of troubleshooting the application. I don't know table names. I don't know schema names. I don't know ACLs. IT'S NOT MY JOB.
And, omg, there is apparently not enough dilaudid on this planet, at last check. It's less than 24 hours to the procedure, but I'm still totally freaked out. And, honestly, my doctor isn't actually all that confident it will work. But I'm trying not to think about that because...what good is that? What is there at the end of that except crazy?
Oh Lee.
I have never had one of those phone calls. Ye gads.
Monday night, I walked into my parents' house and started crying. My mother said I was her second Jess of the day! But it was great, because I got the crying out of the way and have been better at work the last two days. Good thing my big meeting is tomorrow!