Nuts For Nightingale
I crawled into bed tonight feeling a great deal better than I have in a while. Life still sucks, but I am doing better with the ever increasing demands on my day. And then I got another email from my sister. The fourth one today.
We are hashing out my gram’s estate and all I want to do know is stab myself in the eye with a hot poker. Repeatedly.
She started to conversation with: I think we should do x for D.
I say: okay, sure, are we going to do x this way or that way? We could do it this way, or how about this way.
She says: well doing x this way means this, and I don’t know if everyone will be on board, I don’t know any other way to do x, but I think we should really do it.
I say: okay, so do x that way.
She say: well we have to get agreement from the other two grandchildren.
I say: well, whatever you do, I am fine with the idea
She say: yes, but still we have to do it as a collaborative
I say: I DON’T FUCKING CARE HOW YOU DO IT OR WHAT YOU DO JUST TELL ME HOW MUCH IT WILL COST.
Don’t know if this will go on, but I anticipate yes. Sadly, desperately yes. Mostly because I went to email her back with the above response (in much nicer words of course) and I hit the back button so it looked like it deleted instead of sent. I then wrote out the email again and made sure to send it this time. Turns out I sent it the first time. She is going to be soooooooo pleased to get that email (in much nicer words of course) twice.
FML.