So as I approach this momentous birthday I have noticed my mother has been talking to me differently. Early on there were the sporadic calls checking to see if I was seriously considering not producing life from my womb. Followed by the "you know you only have about 5 more years" chat. And now there seems to be a preoccupation with death. Last call was to make sure I have my affairs in order in case I fall out of the sky on a plane. Um....I'm in my 20's...I have no affairs. If I died today Danika gets my tv and Enss gets my puppy. See...simple affairs are in order. Now without disclosing my mother's age...just know she is the mother of an almost 30 year old and was not a victim of teen pregnancy. So her need to get all the proper I could die one day papers in order is understandable. But must we drag my 20's self down this road. I am going into 30 kicking and screaming, especially if it means I have to be knocked up with a will on file. In her defense she was very considerate in asking if I could get time off from work to handle her estate if she and my step father were to fall out of the sky. (why is this the death of choice, I have no idea). I told her I would check with my supervisor...but I'm pretty sure I'd have a couple moments to spare to deal with her demise.

I'm willing to have the death talk but I'm very close to shutting down all talks of spawns. I recently got a puppy to satisfy her need for a grandchild and have been met with nothing but resistance. No kibble has been sent, not a toy...and I have recently found out that the photo we sent is not prominently displayed on the mantle. This was a test...and unfortunately for grandma...she has a solid D. Not motivation for me to put my ovaries in jeopardy. Sorry mom. LOVE YA

            So as I approach this momentous birthday I have noticed my mother has been talking to me differently. Early on there were the sporadic calls checking to see if I was seriously considering not producing life from my womb. Followed by the "you know you only have about 5 more years" chat. And now there seems to be a preoccupation with death. Last call was to make sure I have my affairs in order in case I fall out of the sky on a plane. Um....I'm in my 20's...I have no affairs. If I died today Danika gets my tv and Enss gets my puppy. See...simple affairs are in order. Now without disclosing my mother's age...just know she is the mother of an almost 30 year old and was not a victim of teen pregnancy. So her need to get all the proper I could die one day papers in order is understandable. But must we drag my 20's self down this road. I am going into 30 kicking and screaming, especially if it means I have to be knocked up with a will on file. In her defense she was very considerate in asking if I could get time off from work to handle her estate if she and my step father were to fall out of the sky. (why is this the death of choice, I have no idea). I told her I would check with my supervisor...but I'm pretty sure I'd have a couple moments to spare to deal with her demise.

I'm willing to have the death talk but I'm very close to shutting down all talks of spawns. I recently got a puppy to satisfy her need for a grandchild and have been met with nothing but resistance. No kibble has been sent, not a toy...and I have recently found out that the photo we sent is not prominently displayed on the mantle. This was a test...and unfortunately for grandma...she has a solid D. Not motivation for me to put my ovaries in jeopardy. Sorry mom. LOVE YA

            So as I approach this momentous birthday I have noticed my mother has been talking to me differently. Early on there were the sporadic calls checking to see if I was seriously considering not producing life from my womb. Followed by the "you know you only have about 5 more years" chat. And now there seems to be a preoccupation with death. Last call was to make sure I have my affairs in order in case I fall out of the sky on a plane. Um....I'm in my 20's...I have no affairs. If I died today Danika gets my tv and Enss gets my puppy. See...simple affairs are in order. Now without disclosing my mother's age...just know she is the mother of an almost 30 year old and was not a victim of teen pregnancy. So her need to get all the proper I could die one day papers in order is understandable. But must we drag my 20's self down this road. I am going into 30 kicking and screaming, especially if it means I have to be knocked up with a will on file. In her defense she was very considerate in asking if I could get time off from work to handle her estate if she and my step father were to fall out of the sky. (why is this the death of choice, I have no idea). I told her I would check with my supervisor...but I'm pretty sure I'd have a couple moments to spare to deal with her demise.

I'm willing to have the death talk but I'm very close to shutting down all talks of spawns. I recently got a puppy to satisfy her need for a grandchild and have been met with nothing but resistance. No kibble has been sent, not a toy...and I have recently found out that the photo we sent is not prominently displayed on the mantle. This was a test...and unfortunately for grandma...she has a solid D. Not motivation for me to put my ovaries in jeopardy. Sorry mom. LOVE YA

            So as I approach this momentous birthday I have noticed my mother has been talking to me differently. Early on there were the sporadic calls checking to see if I was seriously considering not producing life from my womb. Followed by the "you know you only have about 5 more years" chat. And now there seems to be a preoccupation with death. Last call was to make sure I have my affairs in order in case I fall out of the sky on a plane. Um....I'm in my 20's...I have no affairs. If I died today Danika gets my tv and Enss gets my puppy. See...simple affairs are in order. Now without disclosing my mother's age...just know she is the mother of an almost 30 year old and was not a victim of teen pregnancy. So her need to get all the proper I could die one day papers in order is understandable. But must we drag my 20's self down this road. I am going into 30 kicking and screaming, especially if it means I have to be knocked up with a will on file. In her defense she was very considerate in asking if I could get time off from work to handle her estate if she and my step father were to fall out of the sky. (why is this the death of choice, I have no idea). I told her I would check with my supervisor...but I'm pretty sure I'd have a couple moments to spare to deal with her demise.

I'm willing to have the death talk but I'm very close to shutting down all talks of spawns. I recently got a puppy to satisfy her need for a grandchild and have been met with nothing but resistance. No kibble has been sent, not a toy...and I have recently found out that the photo we sent is not prominently displayed on the mantle. This was a test...and unfortunately for grandma...she has a solid D. Not motivation for me to put my ovaries in jeopardy. Sorry mom. LOVE YA

            So as I approach this momentous birthday I have noticed my mother has been talking to me differently. Early on there were the sporadic calls checking to see if I was seriously considering not producing life from my womb. Followed by the "you know you only have about 5 more years" chat. And now there seems to be a preoccupation with death. Last call was to make sure I have my affairs in order in case I fall out of the sky on a plane. Um....I'm in my 20's...I have no affairs. If I died today Danika gets my tv and Enss gets my puppy. See...simple affairs are in order. Now without disclosing my mother's age...just know she is the mother of an almost 30 year old and was not a victim of teen pregnancy. So her need to get all the proper I could die one day papers in order is understandable. But must we drag my 20's self down this road. I am going into 30 kicking and screaming, especially if it means I have to be knocked up with a will on file. In her defense she was very considerate in asking if I could get time off from work to handle her estate if she and my step father were to fall out of the sky. (why is this the death of choice, I have no idea). I told her I would check with my supervisor...but I'm pretty sure I'd have a couple moments to spare to deal with her demise.

I'm willing to have the death talk but I'm very close to shutting down all talks of spawns. I recently got a puppy to satisfy her need for a grandchild and have been met with nothing but resistance. No kibble has been sent, not a toy...and I have recently found out that the photo we sent is not prominently displayed on the mantle. This was a test...and unfortunately for grandma...she has a solid D. Not motivation for me to put my ovaries in jeopardy. Sorry mom. LOVE YA