Room 210; Thursday Afternoon.
Feeling a bit bored and inspired by yesterday's law class, Turtle had dragged a bunch of her file boxes out of her closet, so that they made sort of a paperwork minefield around the room. She was actually only needing the one box, clearly labeled, of course, but it was sort of in the back so she had to move all those other ones to get to it. And then she carefully plucked out of the box a few thick folders, hopped over another box to get to her bed, jumped onto it with her legs folding underneath her so she bounced before settling, and opened the folder to start giving a good look at the current and present form of her will. She glanced through her notes from class, taking into consideration the few points she had made to consider for an updated version, and once she had that all written out in a notebook to be typed, she'd pull the paper shredder out of her closet, too, and get use out of that.
Yes, she had a paper shredder in her closet. No entrepreneur on the budding cusp of business law should be without one. She would just have to hope that she didn't die between now and when she could get Judge Ford to authorize the new version.
She wrote that down, on a Post-It. Note to Self: No dying before next trip home. Very Important!!! and smacked it on the board of notes near her bed.
[[ door closed, but post be open! ]]
Yes, she had a paper shredder in her closet. No entrepreneur on the budding cusp of business law should be without one. She would just have to hope that she didn't die between now and when she could get Judge Ford to authorize the new version.
She wrote that down, on a Post-It. Note to Self: No dying before next trip home. Very Important!!! and smacked it on the board of notes near her bed.
[[ door closed, but post be open! ]]