Living Trust

I was going to return to my Thursday movie-hopping routine today at the AMC, but my mommy wanted me to tag along with her to confirm her will with the attorney.

So I killed some time by walking around the mall, not expecting anything. Jessica was working at the Halloween store. She's been great in the database lately.

But then Jazz was working at the Red Robin. I don't remember her ever working a shift during the day on Thursdays. I guess now I know when to walk by. Her bangs that naturally fall to the left were clipped to the right. That deserved several quick victory yoinks down my pants as I looked around to make sure no one saw.

At the attorney's office:

• I found out that I'm inheriting a lot.
• I was able to write the asshole Uncle Lando out of certain parts of the will.
• The attorney says the law field is progressive enough that I don't have to cut my hair. (For example, Imelda Marcos' male attorney has a ponytail.)
• Mental note: Brookside's Dark Chocolate-covered Acai blueberries are addictive. Buy some.

My mommy and I ate dinner at the Jewel City Diner in the Americana.