Thursday, February 13, 2014
Have you ever felt like you had to do something even though it was something that doesn’t mean shit in the grand scheme of things?
This weekend will be the third or fourth weekend where I’ve told myself that I’ll send the lawyer’s office in Oklahoma an email asking about the status of probate on Mom’s non-existent estate. For some reason, the act of actually sitting down and typing the letter makes me want to puke. Just typing out those last couple of sentences made my stomach flop.
I spoke with them in September and asked what all did Lintball’s lawyer say was found during the discovery phase and she said they listed next to nothing. Not her 401k or the tiny bit of debt that she had. Sister and I know that we won’t get anything from the 401k but I feel like if you’re supposed to list it during probate then list it. And our lawyer said that Lintball denied any creditor’s request to be paid. Really, dude?
At this point I don’t know if probate is over and Lintball got off without having to pay anything. I just want to know what’s going on and my fucking lawyer’s legal aid isn’t returning my calls or emails. I’m really going to send her an email this weekend and mention that I happen to have the lawyer’s cell phone number and the only reason that I haven’t been ringing the shit out of it is because I thought it might be rude but I’m at the point that I don’t care.
Lintball is getting married. Moved his woman into his house a few months ago. Bought her a car. In an interesting bit of irony, the wedding date is Sweety’s birthday. There’s no way that Lintball knew that. I find it funny that’s the day given that we found out that Lintball spent years making fun of Sweety behind his back.
Oh! We can’t ask Lintball to leave the house even though we own 2/3 of it because he basically has squatter’s rights since it’s been his homestead. Guess what happens when he gets remarried? The house is the new wife’s homestead and she can’t be asked to leave even if he dies.
Ever heard of astral projection? I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to do it. I thought maybe I could flit to Oklahoma in my sleep and set the place on fire. Yes, I know how fucked up this sounds.
Okay. Maybe now that I’ve gotten this bile out of my system I can come back tomorrow and talk to you about asshole Oliver and other pleasant things.