good news

The life insurance company, prompted by my doctor who called them "moron's" has finally decided to approve my life insurance policy. This is about 6 months after filling out the initial paperwork (twice), pissing in a cup, explaining to the nurse that i might be a bit anxious seeing as my son had died just that morning, and finally having it out with some random chick on the phone who had the beans to suggest that anxiety is the reason for my denial.

For once, apparently, anger and insistance got the job done.

Which is a good thing, because it's freakin' hot outside and I'm tired of all the extra precautions I've been taking, not wanting to leave the world without having something to leave Laura.

Finally, I can take this hockey helmut off as I cross the street!