Tuesday, May 17, 2016

In which Primo does that sexy thing

If you are married to someone who gets rid of junk right away, this story will not resonate with you.

If you are married to someone who files his important papers in labeled files - if he believes in files, not piles, then this story will not resonate with you.

But if you are married to someone whose office is a black hole sucking junk mail into and who has brought home all of his parents' completely unorganized papers and whose house is being taken over by PAPER and PARENTS' ASHES and UGLY CAT TRINKETS, then you will get why I was so excited when Primo came downstairs with a handful of mail.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.

"It's going into the recycling," he said.

"Let's get naked," I said.

Monday, May 16, 2016

In which Primo finally says he wants to quit as trustee

Primo: I hate this. Ted and TedsWife want to talk to me. I had to deal with the insurance company - they sent me a letter saying I had to get flood insurance on the house - and it was sent two weeks after we closed! And now Maria has texted me about the car - I need to talk to [Stephanie's boyfriend of two years who has been in the auto sales industry his entire life] about the car.*

Me: That's a lot!

Primo: I don't want to do it any more! I misinterpreted TedsWife's email from before. I thought they just had $6,500 outstanding on their credit cards for TedsSon's school and had paid $19,000. But they paid $6,500 and owe $19,000 on the credit card.

Me: Holy smoke.

Primo: I already told them they need to send invoices! And credit card statements! But they won't.

Me: And?

Primo: They want to "talk."

Me: They don't get to set the terms. They just want to browbeat you.

Primo: I know. I want to quit. It's going to go on like this for years! I want to quit.

Me: Good. I think you should.

Primo: You didn't say that when I wanted to quit my job.

Me: If you were getting paid to be a trustee what you were making at your job, nope, I would tell you not to quit.

Primo: But if I quit, it means I don't love my nieces and nephews.

Me: Yes. That's exactly what it means.

Primo: My dad made me trustee as an honor.

Me: Yeah. Your dad. What a guy.

* Maria is joining AmeriCorps. Our conversation went like this:
Maria: I will need a car. Would the trust pay for it?
Primo: Of course.
Maria: I think Grandpop and Grandma would be proud of me and think this is a good way to use the money.
Primo: [pause]
Me [mouthing, "Are you KIDDING?" while shaking my head]: I'm sure they would, Maria! Your uncle Primo and I are super proud of you and know you will do a wonderful job.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

In which Sam and Sam's brother tell Primo to resign as trustee but he won't and we are waiting with bated breath for Ted's next action

Primo and I went to visit Sam and his wife (let's call her Julie) over New Year's. Sam and Primo have known each other since the week before we all started college - they met on the plane from Pittsburgh to Houston.

Sam's brother, who was my next-door dorm neighbor my freshman year, is now the general counsel for an F50 (hang on - checking) F150 company and who, along with Sam, is an experienced, qualified lawyer and who, along with Sam,served as executor and trustee for their great-aunt's estate, their grandmother's estate, and their dad's estate, along with Sam, both told Primo TO RESIGN AS TRUSTEE.

"GET OUT!" they are telling him.

Primo is not sure.


TedsWife sent Primo another email asking for money.

Primo had said Ted and TedsWife needed to send proof of the expenses - invoices from TedsSon's school, etc.

When you submit an expense report at work, do they take you at your word?

No they do not. You have to say the number. You have to give the proof.

Ted and TedsWife seem to think that if they just tell Primo enough times that he needs to give them money, he will do it.

Primo is not going to do it. Not without proof.