A house. It's funny because I actually owned a house before, but the one I own now makes me feel more like "who thought it was a good idea to let me be in charge of this?". My first house was brand new so there wasn't a lot to figure out. This one, I don't feel old enough to be allowed to be in charge of maintaining it. There is too much I don't know anything about.
Also, confession: I've never been inside a Costco.
Covers your liability in excess of what your primary insurance covers. So you might have $500k on liability insurance in the event an at fault auto accident. You could get an umbrella policy that would cover you up to $1m or whatever amount you want to do. That way if you hurt someone in an accidental your insurance will cover the full amount, not just the first $500k.
Confession: We really need to do this, but haven’t.
This past weekend was my birthday and one of the things H got me was this super fancy enormous knife set that I've been wanting. He set it up and offered me a tour (lol), and as we're sitting there drinking champagne and excited about checking out all these knives I was like, so, this is middle age I guess.
Post by imojoebunny on Aug 11, 2020 16:09:18 GMT -5
I think the thing that makes me feel most adult is being a landlord. We have had our places for 22 and 16 years (duplexes we used to live in, and fixed up), at times, I was younger than our tenants, but I would go over to fix something, and think, "Who is going to figure out how to fix this crap fest?" "Oh, that would be me."
Second would be my DH's heart problems, like jinkies, I remember sitting in the operating waiting room, when he was having a pacemaker put in, and I was on the phone with my friend cracking jokes, because that is what I do when I am terrified, and I was the youngest person there by a solid 30 years. My DH was prior to this, a marathon runner, who regularly rode his bicycle long distances, including across the USA, and then suddenly, he was getting a pacemaker, while his kid was at kindergarten. It was surreal.
Oh, and my first brain surgery as an adult. I never realized how scary it was and how many risks my parents shielded me from until I was the one signing the consent forms.
I literally said those words after my most recent Costco trip- 4 smoke detectors to replace ours, 2 sizes of foil, and a giant bottle of fish oil. Whoop-di-freakin-do