Now for the exciting stuff - LIFE INSURANCE!

In the last post, we talked about the tedious things - like life insurance. We finally took some time to visit our insurance guy...and he was so kind as to give us warning that we would receive a phone call from someone at the headquarters asking us all kinds of crazy questions. Well, he was NOT kidding. Though, I'd say the questions were a little beyond crazy. I learned that when the insurance guy asks you if you've ever had a headache, the correct answer is "no". I made the error of telling him "yes" which led to a series of questions that made it seem like my headache put me on the verge of death and they were calling hospice. Finally, I said "look, I think you are making a bigger deal out of this than it really is. I get a headache from time to time, and my eye dr gave me glasses to look at the computer. It's not a big deal." It did not stop the barrage of questions, though. They kept coming.
I held my breath when I had to tell him I had fibroid tumors. In case you were not aware, "tumor" is a dirty word in the insurance world. Be careful how you use that word. Anyway...to spare you a lot of the gory details, insurance guy launched into about 50 other questions, and I had to explain that the diagnosis resulted in a hysterectomy. Ok.....so, we make it through the next 75 questions...and at the very end...after he asked me if I'd had a cold in the last 10 years...he asked if I am pregnant. Seriously. I could not resist.....I said, "Well, seeing as how I've had a hysterectomy, I don't exactly have the womb required for it." He said, and I'm not kidding here,"Oh. I see. So...... No? Right?"

Really?

Rob got the call before I could warn him. He texted me after to tell me "I feel dirty".

We both felt violated. And, it's not over yet. They still have to come to our place and do a physical. I can't wait to see what that is like.