Had a “checkup” with my lawyer today. I called the meeting. Want to be sure everything is OK for when nothing is OK.
She asks: What was your mother’s name? What was your father’s name? Where were you born? When were you born? What was your profession?
My response: And you need this? Why?
Lawyer says: For your Death Certificate.
That cuts right to the end of life chase, doesn’t it?
That’s one more thing that I can check off my “adulting” to do list. And yesterday I checked off the dentist. Where I escaped with just a cleaning.
Great day today. Lunar New Year and Fat Tuesday. I don’t know which to celebrate. How about both?
