Wills and Wachovia
Since Avi hasn't gotten around to making the appointment with the lawyer so we can make our wills, I've acquired the basic format of a legal Maryland will and filled it out for both of us. (Well, there are a few bits he needs to fill out for his, like who he wants for executor, but most of it's pretty simple...everything goes to whoever is taking care of Yael.)
Now I just need to print mine out, make him fill out the last few bits, print his out, and round up three witnesses. ::sigh:: He's going to be all whiny and eyerolling about this. I'm sorry, I'm not being fatalistic. We have a child and we're about to have another. It's idiotic that we don't have an official legal document that designates a guardian for our kids. Practically criminal, even if every family member knows who our chosen guardian is and everyone is in agreement. It's still stupid.
In other news, Wachovia's fraud office has not exactly impressed me with their blazing competence since catching the fraud on my debit card. The first guy I spoke to said he'd e-mail the affadavit I have to sign so they don't charge us for the fraudulent charges. No sign of it, so I called again today. The woman I spoke to said my case had no e-mail address listed, so she took the address again and sent me an e-mail. Which arrived promptly. Which would be reason for rejoicing, except that she sent me the cover letter but not the actual affadavit. ::headdesk::
Darn it, I'm supposed to sign and return the thing within ten days, which I'd be happy to do if only they'd send me the bloody thing. I swear, if I miss their deadline because of their own incompetence, Wachovia is going to learn why you don't screw around with cranky pregnant women. So I need to remember to call again tomorrow. Which doesn't sound like a big deal, until you realize that I'm so brain dead that it took me three separate trips to the grocery store to remember to buy milk (aka the item we always need). And on none of those trips did I remember to bring in my reusable shopping bags. Argl.
All I want to do right now is go downstairs and watch the Leverage pilot again with Avi, but he's cranky and I'm sure he'll get cranky at me for suggesting it. Because I'm obviously a mean and terrible wife for wanting to watch a fun TV show with him. ::eyeroll::
Now I just need to print mine out, make him fill out the last few bits, print his out, and round up three witnesses. ::sigh:: He's going to be all whiny and eyerolling about this. I'm sorry, I'm not being fatalistic. We have a child and we're about to have another. It's idiotic that we don't have an official legal document that designates a guardian for our kids. Practically criminal, even if every family member knows who our chosen guardian is and everyone is in agreement. It's still stupid.
In other news, Wachovia's fraud office has not exactly impressed me with their blazing competence since catching the fraud on my debit card. The first guy I spoke to said he'd e-mail the affadavit I have to sign so they don't charge us for the fraudulent charges. No sign of it, so I called again today. The woman I spoke to said my case had no e-mail address listed, so she took the address again and sent me an e-mail. Which arrived promptly. Which would be reason for rejoicing, except that she sent me the cover letter but not the actual affadavit. ::headdesk::
Darn it, I'm supposed to sign and return the thing within ten days, which I'd be happy to do if only they'd send me the bloody thing. I swear, if I miss their deadline because of their own incompetence, Wachovia is going to learn why you don't screw around with cranky pregnant women. So I need to remember to call again tomorrow. Which doesn't sound like a big deal, until you realize that I'm so brain dead that it took me three separate trips to the grocery store to remember to buy milk (aka the item we always need). And on none of those trips did I remember to bring in my reusable shopping bags. Argl.
All I want to do right now is go downstairs and watch the Leverage pilot again with Avi, but he's cranky and I'm sure he'll get cranky at me for suggesting it. Because I'm obviously a mean and terrible wife for wanting to watch a fun TV show with him. ::eyeroll::