“Sometimes the poorest man leaves his children the richest inheritance.” ~ Ruth E. Renkel

Jodi sent out an email a while ago, in which she mentioned that they needed to do a will, and that in the short term, if something bad happened, either Jacki or Jake were to move into their house and take care of Adam.

The first thing I need to say here is: Yes, everyone should have a will.

The second thing is: If Jacki is the one to move in, she’s gonna want to get rid of all the stuff you have that was owned by - let’s see, … how did Jacki word it? …dead people! That was it! She was creeped out by Jodi’s antiques because they were owned by dead people. So if she chucks all Jodi’s old “dead people” stuff,… I dibs!!!!

Now, about my own will, as I said above, everyone should have one. And before I go to Africa, or out on the ocean, I will make sure I have one. After all, I don’t want Lisa and Andrea fighting over:
my 17 pair of heavily used shoes, (see photo in blog below)
my “middle-aged Mom” wardrobe of clothes,
my mouse-infested 1990 Pathfinder with 180,000 miles on it,
my five lanky houseplants,
the white plastic shelf that holds those five lanky plants,
my collection of 1980’s cassette tapes,
Dad’s old grandmother clock,
my Kathrine Albertson drum table,
and um, … my Gracie bird.

These items will need to be doled out fairly and evenly. Man, that’s gonna be tough, but I’ve got to do it. I guess that’s what attorneys are for, huh?