I'm sure you can appreciate how tickled I am at the moment watching Abby very earnestedly set up her props for the movie she's doing for the Oscar party.
Previously: The rants and ramblings of a stubborn, sarcastic, opinionated, romantic cynic. Now basically: Little snippets of my life with a preschooler and a school-aged kid.
Background #2: My husband and I have been married for 6.5 years. I have some little RRSPs from before our marriage. For some reason (laziness) I haven't changed the beneficiary. It's still Margaret Plett. And every time we get a statement regarding those RRSPs my husband will look at them, shake his head and whimper something about me not loving him.
That brings us up to 5 minutes ago. We're cleaning off the table of some collected paperwork and mail. My husband opens up a piece of mail addressed to him and simply says "uh-oh" and stands there staring at it. I walk towards him and as I begin to glance at the banking statement of some type of RRSP or something (frankly, I don't even know and I don't even care) the sun peeks from behind the clouds and the birds start to sing. There it is in black and white. The beneficiary? His ex-wife.
Ahhh. Life just became a little bit sweeter.