...A glimpse into my own future? Goodness, I hope not!
So Granmamá is finally back home again. ohgod, thank you. She's...exhausting. Crazy. A trouble-making grudge-holder. Over-dramatic. Pick an adjective, lol. Between all the cooking, negotiating conversation mine-fields, and being forced to sit through patently untrue, prolix monologues about what "nasty people" our father and the other side of the family are, this weekend did not feel like a weekend at all, whyyyy.
Also, it looks like I'll be needing to take some classes in inheritance law, property law, and the like, as Granmamá has informed us that I'll be the executor of her will...or at least the one her house will go to. Except, it won't even be the house she's lived in our whole lives, but one she plans to get after selling that one? And she claims that we'd ('we' being us four siblings) better keep the house in good shape, or a person from the government could randomly drop by, see our mistreatment of the house, and take it away. Similarly, if we were to try to sell the house ("And you might think, how will they know? But the lawyer can check and see if your name is still on the registry."), her lawyer/the government(?) will find out and we'll be "in big trouble."
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT. THIS IS NOT VICTORIAN EUROPE, GRANMAMA, WE DON'T REALLY ENTAIL OUR LANDED ESTATES THESE DAYS.
Most hilarious, however, was the fact that Granmamá kept going on about how I'll never get a man if I don't stop being so hard on them ("Men have their pride!") and am not willing to be emotionally nurturing in the face of their insecurities; how I'm basically a ball-buster, too strong-willed, and that I remind her of a Medieval matriarch--and she genuinely does not realize I seem to have inherited all these qualities from her. X)
Anyway, yes, we all feel bad here that she basically lives completely alone 360 days of the year, but this is why, lolol. We just--we just can't handle you, Grandma. ;;;
Now, for something more upbeat, I came across this video while trying to find footage of the strawberry poison dart frog from the Life special. Our frogs occasionally have their own tussles over food, or the best spot in their water dish, but nothing like this... XDDD
Also, it looks like I'll be needing to take some classes in inheritance law, property law, and the like, as Granmamá has informed us that I'll be the executor of her will...or at least the one her house will go to. Except, it won't even be the house she's lived in our whole lives, but one she plans to get after selling that one? And she claims that we'd ('we' being us four siblings) better keep the house in good shape, or a person from the government could randomly drop by, see our mistreatment of the house, and take it away. Similarly, if we were to try to sell the house ("And you might think, how will they know? But the lawyer can check and see if your name is still on the registry."), her lawyer/the government(?) will find out and we'll be "in big trouble."
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT. THIS IS NOT VICTORIAN EUROPE, GRANMAMA, WE DON'T REALLY ENTAIL OUR LANDED ESTATES THESE DAYS.
Most hilarious, however, was the fact that Granmamá kept going on about how I'll never get a man if I don't stop being so hard on them ("Men have their pride!") and am not willing to be emotionally nurturing in the face of their insecurities; how I'm basically a ball-buster, too strong-willed, and that I remind her of a Medieval matriarch--and she genuinely does not realize I seem to have inherited all these qualities from her. X)
Anyway, yes, we all feel bad here that she basically lives completely alone 360 days of the year, but this is why, lolol. We just--we just can't handle you, Grandma. ;;;
Now, for something more upbeat, I came across this video while trying to find footage of the strawberry poison dart frog from the Life special. Our frogs occasionally have their own tussles over food, or the best spot in their water dish, but nothing like this... XDDD
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