I mentioned to my girlfriend that I had to go downstairs to work last night because sitting up in bed with a thousand-degree laptop burning through your pajama bottoms is uncomfortable. I also mentioned that while I was downstairs I took some pain medication for a cramp and joked that between the melted thighs and aching body she almost had to search for a new boyfriend along with a new job.
“So,” she replies, “I’m unemployed and my boyfriend’s dead on the couch.”
“Do I get his TiVo?”
‘Fraid not… unless you have a will and bequeath it to her, she won’t get your Tivo. Or anything else. I think (Disclaimer: not a lawyer, yet!) under the intestacy rules in your state, your daughter gets the Tivo.
*sigh*
I need to get out more.
I think you need a will. I’ll take the TiVo, daughter can have the rest.